Yeah, she had him there. He was concerned about how everyone else was going to come out of this if he didn't get the job done. Didn't mean he had to go all puppy eyes and broody over the matter like someone that they knew. Spike was better than that. He raked a hand through his hair, eying the bottle that Buffy had, rather rudely, knocked aside. He wasn't going to cry over that one either. If Spike really wanted a drink, he'd go back to his bar. He wouldn't be standing out here trying to hassle a lick of intelligence into Buffy. Which was proving to be just as difficult, if not even more, as he had predicted it to be. Stupid, stubborn Slayer. The triple 'S'. How he hated it.
"Even if Harmony wasn't an annoying, self-centered, moron, I wouldn't come near her if I had the choice," Spike growled, snatching up the ruined bottle with a hand. It dripped onto the grave a bit. Bloody thing was going to have to be either swallowed down, wrapped up, or chucked aside. Spike plucked the bag from the other bottle and attempted to wrap the leaking one up before it spilled too much of it's contents. "So take that idea out of your mind before it starts getting too creative for it's own good." He would rather die. Again. Though if he had it his way Harmony would likely go first on the death route.
When he was happy with the way the bottle was secured, Spike replaced it back onto the headstone and looked over at her. Christ, they were never going to give him a break here, were they? Pulling her back and forth from different timelines like a puppet on a string. Driving him mad. Spike knew he'd pissed off a lot of people during his pre-soul days, but he wasn't quite certain as to who he'd set off to encourage this kind of torture.
"I'm not getting far with Harm," Spike informed her, "I'm close, right, and she's giving me all the trust that a crazy bitch like herself can muster, but that's all I've gotten. It doesn't seem much like your worries there are going to end soon." He shrugged, shooting Buffy a look that almost seemed to be begging her to agree with his next statement. "Unless you want me to kill her. That would solve everything." It really, really would.