Buffy clutched his hand bad, wordlessly trying to support him. This world was weird, but weird was a very relative term for her. She knew plenty of other recently-dead-haha-just-kidding types were running around, and Giles was younger than he should have been.
Why be surprised that Spike was here, recently-souled (was that a word?) and full of self loathing?
Because, she reminded herself, this was weird for even her. Probably.
Squeezing his hand back, she started making mental plans for caring for him. No sharp pointies, for starters.