[Sex is the last thing on his mind right now. It feels good just to be off his feet, to be able to slump against Spike on the couch and not worry about the possibility of collapsing any more. He's not about to suggest they go somewhere else or head back out into the fray. Let someone else do the world saving tonight. He settles as comfortably as he can against Spike, head resting on his shoulder as he slowly regains his composure.]
Aright. I'm sorry you got hurt. Will you be alright?