The look in his eyes said a lot more than it should have, even as Buffy grabbed hold of him to support him. What did she think he was doing out here at night? Throw himself off the damn roof, get a little snack? Bloody hell no. But then Angel was somehow faster than the both of them and that grated on his damn nerves. "Fuck you, Angel. Don't recall asking you to state the bloody obvious." Even if his voice was still hoarse and quiet, they were some of the strongest words Spike had managed since falling ill. And this time around he meant every damn word he said. Angel was stealing his damn spotlight again, taking control of the people he cared for and that felt like someone had taken a red hot poker to his heart. He really could never bloody win, could he?
A confused look, a touch of panic after Willow had spoken. "What pain?"