Spike hadn't pressed her too much with trying to accept him. Not this version of her, not this time. Not after the giant disaster that had become that very attempt when she was here last time. He'd just kept on and eventually, well, of course she hadn't wanted anything to do with him. He hadn't done that with this Buffy though and he tried to just let her be. It was easier, he supposed, because she was so much further behind him in the timeline now, had no reason to believe it, to trust him. He gave her the space she wanted and tried to be there when he could. Like now. Even if she didn't trust him.
"Sure," he nodded a bit, not fully believing her, but deciding it was probably best not to argue at this point. Physically, maybe she was all right, that he could believe over anything else. Slayer's had an amazing ability to bounce back from the craziest of injuries.
He let his hand drop back down to his side when she stood up. He watched to make sure she got herself steady because her pride be damned, he'd help her if he thought she needed it. "Stubborn as ever." he muttered. Spike nodded a bit at her question, "Mostly, yeah. Or, here, anyway. I haven't heard much on Stark Tower." he admitted. He'd been here doing what he could, so he wasn't sure how things were there.