He slowed to a halt as he came closer to her. There were so many things he could say to her, things just on the tip of his tonuge, if he would just let the floodgates open, but he wasn't sure he should say any of those things. Seemed like every time he opened his mouth around her, he just made things worse. Not that, that was an entirely new concept or anything. He had certainly made a mess of things with her plenty of times back home because his mouth had a tendency to override his brain sometimes, but it was different now, somehow. She was more closed off here than when she'd gone through this back home. He didn't understand it. He had his theories, sure, but they didn't prove anything, didn't do him any good.
He shook his head slightly at her comment. "Are they written in invisible ink as well?" Something about that small snippet of conversation was almost normal, but he had a feeling it wouldn't last.
And he was right.
Moments later, the book went away and her stance became defensive. She wanted him to leave, that much was obvious by the look she gave him, despite the fact that she didn't speak. There were times when Spike questioned his own actions and this happened to be one of them. Why did he bother trying when she so clearly wanted nothing to do with him, when she didn't care? And it was not only him, but several of her friends from home, even Dawn felt similarly. She had so effectively isolated herself from everyone that even those that knew her...didn't anymore. "What is it you're planning to do, Buffy? I talked to Dawn. She told me you were talking about leaving. Do you really think that will help? Think it'll fix things? Make you feel better somehow?"