[ No one can blame him for that and when the time comes, Spike will scoop him up like a sleepy child and get him into bed safe and sound. ]
It's not the same. [ Said with some hesitation, because he's not entirely sure what's going on. ] Can't say what was going through his head that day, but he was resigned to it. He was... human. [ He pauses again, but maybe it's important to paint the whole picture. ]
A human full of flesh eating butterflies, trying to chew their way out. Poetic justice, I guess.