He wasn't sure if he wanted to believe her. Which was a strange thing really, since he had spent a great deal of time working at getting her to feel the same way about him that he did for her. It was easier to think that he was just a monster that she could never love. Not really. Not in the same way that she had loved Angel or the college boy wonder, Riley.
But now she was standing here, practically saying just that. Maybe she didn't feel for him as much as she had for Angel, which Spike thought was completely ridiculous, but the fact that she was actually going all out and admitting just as much was...well, it was something that he'd never expect to hear from Buffy again. There was a part of him that had always thought that she'd just said it to him because she thought that it would make him feel better about dying. And then there was the idea of her doing it just because she knew that he'd have to want to die for her and her mates in order to save them all from The First. Whatever he thought before though seemed unimportant now. Because Buffy was here and she was telling him as much all over again. If she hadn't meant it before, Spike knew that she wouldn't bother to say it again now.
He nodded slowly. "Well. You already know where I stand. Same place for the past few years now." He didn't move from where he was standing. In the middle of some hall, just leading off to the main lobby. What an appropriate place for a conversation like this. But then again, Spike and Buffy never did really spent much time doing anything the way that it was supposed to. A vampire falling in love with a Slayer. Spike still got hell for it from the vampires he ran into on the street. At least before he dusted them. "So what do we do now?"