Spike bit his lip. "Not what?" Spike asked, her tone taking him aback. It was suspiciously like his Mum sounded when she knew he was hiding something - usually something pertaining to Indy. "Really, I'm okay..." It didn't sound as convinced this time though. Why was she so concerned, anyway? Surely she knew he could look after himself?

Oh dear. She sighed. That couldn't be a good sign. "So where did your beautiful smile go then?" he asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. "I like seeing you smile. It makes me happy." More than perhaps they both realised.

"You didn't?" Huh. Well that was nice to know. As long as she didn't agree with it, of course. Now what was she trying to do by pulling him up? He was actually quite comfy propped up on his elbows, though he let her do it anyway. Involuntarily, Spike winced as the skin on his back stretched. "It's only a scratch..." he explained, "really, nothing to worry about."

Spike's tee caught on his ribs and he hastened to pull it down before she'd have chance to notice the bright pink sores on his skin. Yet her tone told him she meant business, and he hung his head. He couldn't fight with her. And wouldn't. "On my back," he admitted quietly, looking down at his legs.