Challenge:  A Spike and Angel drabble

The legions of hell were advancing down the alley, but Spike was studying Angel instead.  You had to hand it to him, he thought grudgingly.  Cool as a cucumber in the face of certain death.  No waffling, no boo-hooing.  All business.  A real champion.

He’d always admired Angel.  It felt safe to admit it now. 

And suddenly Spike found himself needing one last connection.  Because he knew he wouldn’t get another chance. 

“Angel.”

“Spike.”

“Just so we’re clear about one thing.” 

Angel raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s cavemen.  Obviously.”