He nodded slowly as she explained. It seemed so long ago now, for him, but he remembered the events between then and...what he had to tell her. He had almost no plan whatsoever for how to lead this conversation. He was playing it completely by ear and when she prompted him, he realized that a bit more fully than he had before.
"A lot..." he admitted, letting out a breath. "But the thing that's got everyone walking on eggshells around you?" He picked up the glass of whiskey he'd set down on the table earlier, downing about half of what was left before returning the glass to the table. He realized with increasing awareness, there was no easy way to say it, so he stopped trying to figure it out and just said it, plain and simple. "You died, Tara. Pointlessly...accidentally, even. Warren, he tried to kill Buffy, but...shot you instead." And, he didn't add just yet, that wasn't exactly the worst of it.