It was a relief to have Giles back to himself. It was disconcerting to everyone to have their strong backbone turn into a dependent child. Spike enjoyed it, just because it was nice to see the Watcher lighten up, and he was pretty sure the old boy had developed a taste for anime, under his tutelage.
Alas, Akira was pushed aside for the musty old books as Giles' face dropped the carefree, childish happiness that had gripped it and returned to the careworn and unruffled exterior they were all used to. However, Spike had an idea.
"Mind if I put on some music, Giles?" he asked, running a finger down the eclectic collection of CDs on Willow and Tara's bookshelf.
"Your latest?" Giles asked, a single eyebrow raised.
"Hardly," Spike said. "I have to sing it every bleeding night; I've had enough of that, thank you. Was thinking maybe...Metallica?"
"No," Giles replied, turning back to his research.
"Nuh...why, yes - that would be...acceptable." Giles looked up, startled, and Spike slipped the disc into the player.
Spike moved to the sofa and sat next to Giles. "I used to sing quite a bit of Leonard's stuff, back when I first got started," he said. "Everybody Knows and Famous Blue Raincoat."
"I always liked Take This Longing, myself," Giles said, looking Spike in the eye. From the kitchen, they could hear Xander and Willow, laughing as they assembled dinner. Giles' eyes moved in the direction of their happy voices and then back to Spike's. He raised an eyebrow.
"Shovel?" Spike asked, grinning.
"No," Giles said. "Something much, much worse."
"Yes, sir," Spike muttered, and they sat quietly until the others returned.