This is amazing. Death all around them, and they manage the tiniest bit of hope and comfort. It's like a huge beacon of light here. I love that Spike's the one who goes in search of something beyond death and waiting and simply survival, and the way his absence terrifies Xander.

"I'm not sleeping with you," he announces. "I'm sleeping in this bed. That's it."

"Think of the scandal if word got out," Spike says, tucking his hands beneath his head and looking up at the ceiling.

Still themselves, through it all.

Love the end. Not happy, but not... not.