The timing seemed right. Heidi departed, Spike arrived. He liked to think that he was pretty good with timing. He usually walked into a fight at the right time, always had something witty to say at the exact necessary moment, and somehow managed to give the security system in the Hyperion the slip when Buffy obviously needed her dead boyfriend hanging around. Of course, Spike didn't know that Heidi had talked to Peter about letting him in for a while. If he did, he probably wouldn't have bothered going with the somewhat stealthy approach when he entered the building.
Noticing that Buffy's door was slightly propped open, he stooped down to pick up the cardigan that was resting there, brow rising slightly when he caught a sudden whiff of Heidi's scent. Carrying it into the room with him, Spike placed it onto the first chair he came across, then tilted his head to the side and gave Buffy a once-over.
"I considered bringing get well flowers or something cheerful, but you know how well I do with that rubbish," Spike announced.