"I'm noticing now," he growls, glowering at that smug face. But calmer than he was, and able to resist the urge to plant his fist in the middle of it this time. Mostly because most of his frustration and despair is coming less from not wanting to fix this but not knowing how, and thus feeling it's impossible. But if Spike has the answers, he's prepared to suck it up and grovel. For a bit, at least.
"All right, so tell me," he demands, folding his arms across his chest rather defensively. "Tell me how I can make it easier for him to talk to me!"