He seemed to be forgetting the fact that Doyle hadn't died. He rolled his eyes upward in an apparent show of irritation and gave a sigh of his own. How could he have ever been dead, with his memories as fresh as they were? In his opinion, the scenario where some goon went and changed everything in order to get Angel and Cordy under his thumb was much more likely. Sure, it was a little quick after what had just happened aboard to Quintessa, but there was no rest for the wicked. They weren't about to wait for Angel Investigations to rest up, were they? Of course not!
"Look," he said, extending his arms out to his sides and arching his brows pointedly, "I think I'd know if I were resurrected, yeah? But I wasn't! Reason being that I never died, alright? They want you to believe all this, they probably have it so ingrained into your mind that it's practically impossible for you to even entertain anything else - but c'mon. You're Angel." Doyle clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder again and looked at him expectantly, as if some bulb might go off at any moment, "Think. We can't stay here, though. We gotta figure out how to make things right again and get away with our damsel."
After that, he fell silent, apparently giving Angel time to discover the truth in what he'd told him.