Third time's the charm; Chez Harris.

Spike realized it might be a bit creepy, him showing up without asking for the address. But Xander had to know he could find him. It wasn't as if it was hard. They had lived together twice before, Xander's scent had become.. familiar.

And how disturbing was that?

He shook it loose, the one box to his name staring at him accusingly from the passenger's seat. Puffing on a stale cigarette, he pulled in next to Xander's ride.

Here goes nothing, he thought, a bit world-weary, as he climbed steps without a thought in his head. Within ten minutes of packing, he was knocking on Xander's door, and he wondered--stupidly--if he should have waited a bit longer to keep up appearances.

What was the use?