Disclaimer: I own nothing except Angel Season 2 on DVD.
Drabble.
Implied AngelSpike.

Death Warmed Over

He's so warm under the heavy down-comforter; hot even. But he doesn't want to move.

"It's time to get up." The husky, sleep coated voice comes from next to him.

"Sod off," He pulls the comforter over his head, headless to the fact it's a childish action. He is, after all, the younger of the two.

The voice sighs and he feels the bed move as he's left laying alone.

"Why do you sleep with that heavy blanket? Even when it's summer?" They're rhetorical questions and he knows it. He lowers the comforter to his chest, bleach blonde hair mussed and stretchers out onto the vacated side.

His skin is warm to the touch under the down-comforter; he's death warmed over.

Fin