Yeah. Christ, he wanted to strangle her. Again. In the most affectionate, caring, non-violent way possible, of course. Ahem. Taking her by the arm, almost like a kid at school who had managed to get themselves into trouble, Spike pulled her onto the sidewalk and took a quick look around. They weren't far from where his new site was. He could hide away in there with Buffy for the night if need be.
"You're lucky," Spike grumbled. That was all that he said. He knew more was going on with her, that she'd been having problems with the way that things worked around her for a good while. He would have had to have been blind to miss it. Something was wrong. And as soon as he got her cleaned up Spike fully intended on figuring out just what that something was.