Buffy sighed, which was stupid, since he was under the blanket and it probably sounded really bitchy. She poked her head under the blanket where she was pretty sure his face was.
"Spike, they're hands." She squeezed them a little to make it clear she was teasing. "Look, I'm not angry at you, I promise. I know what you've done, and..." Well, it wasn't fine. It wasn't okay, and it wasn't like they could pretend otherwise. She couldn't forgive him for it either, just because she didn't come close to having that right.