A/N: Hmm yeah, another short chapter but I felt like updating and for some reason I wrote this... I'm going back to Spike and Xander next chapter (whenever I get around to doing that) but for now a bit of... Well,almost happy stuff? Since when did I write happy? P

As always review and boost my ego a little.

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He felt good, no, maybe that wasn't the word he was looking for... Content, that was it, he was content. And happy. The weather was awful, then again that was no change, it had been raining practically everyday for months now, but the sun had been starting to break through the clouds over the last couple of weeks, so he remained hopeful for some decent weather before the end of the summer.

But the weather made no difference to his feelings, not today. He was stood out on the pavement with Will's duster wrapped around him and his wet hair dripping down his neck looking out across the road at his new house. Their new house. The neighbours probably thought he was mad, Will definitley did, he'd gone inside into the warm, but had came out a few minutes later to bring him a mug of hot chocolate, before dissapearing once more.

It had taken a while, and there was one point when he had thought it would never happen, but it had and here they were, living together. It was a nice feeling to have something more... Material. Which just made him sound like he was after Will's money, which would mean Will would actually have to have a job of some sort that provided him money, the idea of which was just hilarious. So not material like that, but material in the way they had something to show for themselves, they could hardly get married, so it was nice to having something that was theirs.

Plus it also meant they shared a bedroom, and that was definitley an improvement.