"Yeah, that's why I did it," Sweeney answers, his eyes closing at the press of Spike's cool thumb against his brow. "To make you look bad."

They're both such dumb fucking idiots, he thinks, slipping his arm around Spike's back and sinking into the kiss. Even now, together, in love, fucking married, some messed up part of Sweeney wants to bite at Spike's mouth, take the romance out of it, but even doing that wouldn't really take the romance out of it at all. No way to take it out when it's so fucking ingrained anyway.

"I love you, you dumb bastard," he mutters against Spike's mouth and then kisses him again, as sweet as he ever has.