Don't make too much of it. I don't even care that much about your feelings from my time.[It's a lie, but she's not going to tell him that right now.
Buffy sighs, both hands rubbing at her temples. She was going to lose her mind here. Maybe that was the point, the prison wanted her to lose her mind. ]
I--After you got the chip in your head, you...Mom died and I needed help. You were there. I don't know why and I don't know what happened to make you decided you wanted to be my friend, but...[She shrugged. Again, that's a bit of a lie. She knows he had a crush on her and had for a while.] Then I died and I was gone for four months. When I came back, you had...you helped take care of Dawn. You helped keep Sunnydale safe and I think you even helped my friends out. [Her brain was going to burst out of her head while she talked about this. She didn't like talking about that return from Heaven anyway. This was just difficult because Spike had been the one person who understood.] Against her will, her eyes filled up with tears.
You got it. You understood how hard it is--[oops she hadn't meant to say that] was to live in this world after...being finished.
[Deep breath because she was not going to cry over this.] Everyone else expected me to just be ecstatic that I was back. They didn't get it.