And there it was. The angry outburst. At least it wasn't because of him this time? That was the only way that he could take this all without losing his own temper. Spike had a thing for doing that sometimes.
"So, let me get this straight," Spike started, arching a brow, "you ran off out here. To take on Glory. Because Peter, Sarah, and Faith haven't been fulfilling your expectations and took it upon themselves to mock your pretty little angel swords?" He held his hands out defensively at that. "I'm not giving you a hard time here, Buffy, but I think you and I both know that the amount of logic in that one is..." He held his fingers about an inch apart from one another and raised an arm to show her. "About as much as that. You're angry because they're neglecting your needs? Hello, Slayer, this is the world. Not everyone is going to get what they want right away."
Spike shook his head. "I get where you're coming from and all. Really. But you should've at least waited around for me. I would have backed you up and you know it. And I'm sure you've got some other people who would've rushed in right away if you mentioned that you were taking off on the spot."