Buffy didn't even know where to begin. She listened to him as she sat there quietly, regarding him as he spoke. She could clearly see the marks over his skin. The deep cuts that Spike had endured. The bruising that tarnished his skin. Buffy knew that Spike liked a good fight, he loved it actually, but this. She couldn't help but feel for him because it seemed that no matter what, no matter what road he ended up traveling, somehow, it would lead to this. Doing the unthinkable for ... her. Not because she asked him to, but because he wanted to. How could she not feel for that? How could she not care? It was impossible.
It was what she was stuck on as she listened him, the hell dimension - it just reminded her of Glory and some part of her wondered, but even Buffy knew there were hundreds if not thousands of different hell dimensions.
"I ..." She looked down at her nails as she tried to take this all in. "I don't even know what to say," she admitted, looking at him then and giving him a nervous glance because this was just so different, but not different. It was as if she was going from comfort zone to the next. She had expected to never see Spike again and now he was he was, but it was as if that all didn't matter. It wasn't 'her' Spike. If she even had any claim over him whatsoever. This was a different Spike, but the feelings and everything else was there.
The way he looked at her, talked to her, felt about her, the way he smelled, it was just floods of memories that came back to her because it was so familiar.
"I'm sorry you went through that," she said. And she meant it.
"And I'll help you with whatever you need." And she would. But she also had to help Faith take down Angelus. Willow wasn't here which meant they needed to get a little trickier and you know, find a witch to perform a spell they had yet to find. It was ... hopeless, but Buffy was trying to remain somewhat hopeful.
But this - her and Spike - she just, she didn't know what to think or feel, although her heart had already betrayed that. She cared about him and she cared about his well being. The respect that she had for him was huge considering everything he would put himself through to be good for her, to be true. But there was just so much hitting her at once. So much. Spike was just part of it and she was a slayer at heart. She couldn't just stop that.
Reaching over, she touched his hand. "I'll help you get through whatever you need to get through, this - all of it."