Spike paused outside the entrance, then walked in as Buffy pulled at his hand. He was invited, yeah, but...
Sod it. Outside was sunny, or as sunny as England got. Even with a blanket over his head he could tell it was England. There was no mistaking it. How he'd put up with living here for so long he had no ruddy idea.
He shrugged the blanket off once he was through the door, caught it with his free hand, then grimaced down at it and held it out to Giles. "Sorry about the, uh..." He let it hang. Between sewers and bloodstains, it was definitely going to need to be washed. "Thanks for the loan."