Spike flinched at the sound of Buffy calling his name. Should've found somewhere else, waited for the sun. But he was still weak enough to not want to die. Unless she asked. Anything she asked of him, he'd try to do. He owed her that, for all he'd put her through, all he'd assumed.
Fuck, he was the biggest idiot on the face of the earth. He could almost imagine she sounded worried.
He tried to stop himself from turning towards her voice, but you might as well tell a compass point to not look for north.