"You can see where it might seem that way, though." It was a statement, not a question, because he didn't doubt that she could see that, especially now, with it pointed out to her. But maybe she could still fix it. If she tried to. "You can," he countered, "You can live. You just have to remember how." This. This he was familiar with. These conversations. They'd had them before. She just...didn't know that yet.
"Who doesn't, yeah?" He smiled, but there was no happiness to it, just a sad sort of smile of commiseration. Buffy had always had a problem admitting when things were bad for her. Whether it was her feeling overloaded or depressed, it didn't matter, because she'd always just pushed on, until she broke. And Spike was seeing more now, maybe that's what all this was. The build up to the breakdown. Or maybe he was completely misjuding her again. He didn't know anymore. "Can't pull you out if you don't take my hand." he pointed out gently.
Spike shook his head, taking a few steps, making a nodding motion to let her know that they could keep moving if she wanted. "It's not your problem to fix, exactly. Just a fact. And you know, maybe that should matter to you. To know people still care."