“Three reasons, actually,” Xander paraphrased.. “Number one being that the past few weeks, you’ve really tried not to annoy me or piss me off. Number two being that the more I see of you, the more I realize you’re not the…how did that go? Oh right, the ‘pompous prick you pretend to be, and that there just might be something worth salvaging in you’.”

“What’s the third reason?” Spike asked with a grin.

“That’s a conversation for another night,” Xander smiled, realizing that they were still holding hands. He released his hold, but not quickly, not disgustedly. Instead, he let Spike’s hand slip from his like a leaf blown from a tree: gently, softly. Comfortably."

Love that.

And oh poor Xander. After all the other shit, he has to put up with an ignorant asshole.