Angel had never expected to survive. He hadn't even considered the option, so for once in his unlife, there was no plan to follow, no set course to follow. Instead he had a former goddess, a seriously injured former street fighter, former lawyer and a blond irritating pain in the ass vampire to think off.
He was getting sick just thinking about it.
Spike grabbed his face and kissed him. Happy about all their new possibilities. All the things they could do now, no longer shackled to Wolfram and Hart. At least it was a plan. Right
Great last words.