I have incredibly mixed feelings about the entire “aliens are real. and Spike is now the king of an alien bug race traveling space with them” sub-plot on principle (I don’t like fantasy and sci-fi mixing), but this panel means a lot to me.
We never get to see present day Spike actually indulge in his poetry and when it’s brought up, he himself mocks it too, which... always makes me kind of sad. So to know that, up in space, he was writing again and got to recite it in front of an eager crowd?
Having Spike sing to the babies. And the babies adoring him. I can’t express with words how much I adore soft!Spike. These are crumbs, but they fed me well.
My soft singing, babysitting poet.