"What if, what if, what if..." Spike rolled his eyes, releasing quite the exaggerated sigh. "What if you don't learn to let him be? What if you drive yourself mad in the process of looking out for someone who wouldn't blink twice if your life was in danger? I can't make you bloody well do anything, but I do think you really ought to take some time to sort out your priorities." Because, clearly, they were fucked up.
It was relieving to hear that the demon wasn't going to go batshit on them if Sam gave her a hard time of it. It was what she was saying, on the other hand, which meant that there was a chance she was just comforting herself and reassuring him. What were the odds of her snapping one day and actually going through with it out of spite or worse? Christ, the last thing Spike needed was to worry about Buffy trying to run off and fight the fucking devil like the hero she was. He didn't mind it so much when it was the usual band of baddies, but when it came to that sort of extreme? Yeah, Spike didn't want it. He'd much rather Lucifer stayed wherever the fuck he came from.
"Plan is to walk," Spike said, leading Ruby out of the shop and into the streets. "Enjoy the night. Relax a bit." He reached into his pockets, feeling around past the herbs for his cigarettes. "Something'll turn up. Always does."