"Well, let's see," Spike started, stretching his legs a bit, "there aren't any apocalypses to avert, no one around here wants to bet with kittens, and I don't like anyone. Definitely bound to leave one bored, isn't it?" Spike could do the whole social thing. Hell, he was doing it right now. It was merely a matter of wanting to that was the problem. He didn't like people much. They were incredibly stupid most times and Spike didn't see much point in putting in the effort to get to know people when he knew that they were likely all going to be the same. Here, anyway. That was what he had determined just from peeking through those boards. Every last one of them. Confused, scared, annoyed. No one special. Unique.
No one like -
...nope, he wasn't going to even think it. Buffy could come to him. Yeah!
"Next time," Spike decided, "you tell someone to come out with you when you decide to go roaming about at night out of boredom or whatever it is that's got you out here. That's all I ask."