"Don't stop," Spike hissed, gasping from his own exertions. "I need you to keep going!"

"I don't think I can…"

"I'm getting there," Spike panted. "Just need you to wiggle it a bit."

Gritting his teeth, Angel twisted and blessed relief came with a pop! He slipped out. "Ah, that feels so much better."

"Good," Spike growled with irritation and handed the crowbar to Wesley. "Next time you can free your own bloody head from these railings."