Buffy's mouth parted as she watched Spike move from the bed and to the floor, kneeling before her. And it all seemed so familiar, like they had done this before, which was weird on so many levels because it was like nothing had changed. He was still the same, she was still the same, it was just different. She swallowed as her eyes looked him over, regarding him and what he was offering. Which was anything. Everything. God - was this really happening? Yesterday, Spike was gone and along with his death were those feelings that for so long she chose not to visit again and in some ways, it was a cop out. Because as long as he was dead and gone, it was something that she didn't have to bring up, or feel, or admit or ... anything. She could just hold onto it and it could be hers to do what she wanted with, but now -
There was no way that was happening and she knew that. It was just - too soon. There was so much and while Spike could offer her everything and be anything for her, it was something she had heard before. And she was let down. No, it wasn't the same Spike, but he was the same. It was obvious. It was as if he were a carbon copy of the man she knew.
She couldn't deny her feelings. She didn't want to. And so she didn't.
"I don't want you to be anything or anyone but yourself, Spike. It's good enough. You're good enough." She needed him to know that, if anything. That there was no reason to compare himself to Angel, or to anyone else for that matter. "And I want you to get better. I need you by my side to help with Angel and with anything else that comes our way." She leaned forward, touching his face and it was her this time, who kissed his lips, but the kiss didn't last long as she sat back on the bed.
"And then we can find a way out of here," she smiled a little, but really, on the inside, her mind was just going a few miles a minute. She was afraid they weren't going to get out of here because so many people had been here for so long.