He turned his head to look at Spike, his brow furrowing a little as he looked him over. It was odd, as much as he had missed him, a part of him always looking around for the sight of a bleached head and leather coat against his better sense. Now that Spike was right there next to him, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He went as far as actually pouting a little. "I'm fine" he said shortly, folding his arms on his knees and resting his chin on his arms, staring straight ahead.