[ Giles is too high for this. He looks up, belatedly, from his place on the couch-- sprawled out in a rather un-Giles-y manner, minor scrapes and some nasty-looking bruises visible on his face and arms, though they're fading. He squints at Spike through a sea of colors that aren't actually there, and for the moment forgets to be bothered.
Actually, no, Giles is just the right amount of high for this. ]
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Actually, no, Giles is just the right amount of high for this. ]
Oh. Did they hit you with the car?