He wasn't. He so SO wasn't... Oh crap, he was... Xander was silent while he had his internal battle of wills for a bit. Willow, Spike and Buffy a little, and…. horror among horrors Drusilla... were the only ones that he knew on the island. None of them wanted his help or even to see him. Except Spike. And wasn't that a depressing thought.
"Well... It's still not free. But you could crash on my couch for a bit. Until you get back on your feet. And I do mean that it's not free." Xander said not quite looking at Spike as he carried the two parts of the stairwell he'd just managed to pull down to put them on the pile by the door. On the plus-side Ms Stevens stairwell is going to look fantastic if he could continue to scavenge stuff from these old houses, weirdo penniless vampires not counted...