Though part of her expected such a reaction from Spike, she still felt a pang when he stepped away from her touch. "Spike..." she trailed off, her voice fragile and easily lost to the wind and night around them. Her eyes fell back to Willow now surrounded by Faith and Angel. The redhead couldn't have been in better hands right then and Buffy knew it. She glanced back at Spike, the blonde vampire was already stepping back inside and looked more weak and worn than Buffy could remember him ever being before.
She felt torn between her best friend and the sick vampire. Why did it always have to be this way? Why did they always draw a line in the sand? Perhaps she was wrong to believe they could ever overcome their past or each other's. She didn't want to be torn between them, but right now, Will was safe and had more than enough help from the other two. Spike, like always, had no one. "You guys seem to have Will safe", she said quietly. "I'm going to make sure Spike makes it back to bed. Willow, I'm coming to see you after. I think we should talk."
The slayer stepped back inside away from the night chill and slowly followed behind Spike's descending form. She didn't reach for him, but if he needed someone to catch him, Buffy would be there.