Buffy had a lot on her plate just then. A hell of a lot, both inside and out. But as always, she pushed onward and didn't stop until she either fell over from exhaustion or it was all over. Or until she was dead. Like Faith. No one had to know about it, though, and taking on the task of consoling Jack was just one more thing to do to keep her mind occupied.
Forcing herself to stop looking so worried and concerned, Buffy replaced that expression with a more stoic one as she approached the door she'd been standing at not too long ago, after having found out Jack was sick from the water. She opened it and walked inside, finding Jack standing there trembling, phone in his hands.
"She isn't going to answer." She knew what he was doing. She'd been there before. She was in it now.