Faith. Another one that was here that he really wanted to catch up with. He was worried about her, not having seen her since the unpleasentness back in LA with Angelus. And Fred, she would be around. And Cordy.
Neither dead here. And the last he'd seen Cordelia...
"I was in hell. All of LA was sent to hell because we took on the Black Thorn. We were fighting and things were awful. But I got plucked out. Sent here. Apparently they needed me. So I suppose, versions and all. Maybe it really doesn't matter"
This was hard. Of course it was. It was Buffy and being around her was always hard. Never stopped, and nor should it. It was always destined to be like this with them. Difficult and awkward and bringing up feelings he'd forced himself to push to the bottom of his heart. She was here. Right in front of him and that meant something.
He reached a cautious hand out to her shoulder.
"Its good to see you Buffy" he tried.
Lame as statements went. It was true. It was good to see her. Hard. But good.