[He wants to follow him, to tell him he's not letting him out of his sight for an instant. But he saw the way he was looking at the bed like the sight of it was enough to make him sick. The mattress will be ruined, there's nothing for it but he can at least get rid of the blankets and cover it up for now until they can get a new one. It's hardly the first time he's cleaned up a crime scene, and since Torchwood and everything associated with it works very hard not to exist he's good at not leaving a trace.]
Right. I'll get things cleaned up here. Leave the door open though, alright? In case you need me. [That last bit of clearly a request rather than an instruction. Just the idea of letting Spike walk into the other room without him even for a moment is enough to make him worry because he is so very obviously not alright.]