"He's not the cheerful ball of sunshine you currently find standing before you," Spike concluded, smirking. Ball of sunshine. That was almost amusing, except for the part where he had gotten blown to bits. "And shag carpets? Used to be in back in the day. People would pay out of the ass for them." Like that was important. Spike sighed, an unnecessary task for a vampire, and moved to stand at the foot of her bed. Arms folded across his chest, he allowed his eyes to wander over Buffy a bit more cautiously this time.
Another thing that had not changed. She looked worn through. But war could change a person. Spike was already beginning to wonder as to how far gone that wearing had managed to go since he had last seen her.
Even a day could change everything. Years...years could create the unimaginable.
"You're tired," Spike stated, tilting his head to the side as he continued on with his examination. "In more than one way. I've seen it before." Especially on her.