Spike was still trying to deal with the fact that one second he'd been in an alley in LA, fighting a horde of demons as LA had begun to transform into Hell on Earth and then the next second, he was in some strange town where the Mayor claimed that fairy tale characters lived. If he'd been greeted by one of them, he couldn't remember, because he hadn't really been paying much attention to the person who had explained everything to him. It wasn't because he didn't care, because honestly, he really wanted to know exactly what was going on, but he'd still been hopped up on adrenaline from the fight, he was covered in demon gore and the last thing he wanted to do was stand still and listen to a long explanation. Not to mention, he was hungry. Fighting demons really worked up an appetite.
He was still hungry now, but the argument with Buffy, coupled by talking to everyone else he'd ever met in Sunnydale, okay, so that was a bit of an exaggeration, had caused him to forget about his hunger for the moment. He knew he'd be starving later and chances were, the butcher would be closed, but there were more important things to handle right now and that was explaining things to Buffy. Some people might say that he had his priorities backwards, but since when did Spike ever do anything that made sense?
As he waited for Buffy, he was at least glad that he'd decided to take a shower when he'd first found his apartment, because the last way he wanted to greet Buffy after a year, well a year for him, was with demon gore all over him. While she'd seen him in similar states before, this wasn't one of those times. He'd cleaned up his clothes as best he could, they were black after all, so much of the blood stains didn't show and his duster was currently in the closer, so that left him in his usual black jeans and T-shirt. He heard her heart before he heard the knock and if his own heart beat it probably would have started beating faster. There were so many reasons he hadn't told her he was alive, not being able to find out where she was was only one of those reasons and now he needed to explain himself.
Going to the door, he paused for only a moment, with is hand around the knob, simply listening to the sound of her heart through it then pulled the door open, coming face to face with the woman that he still loved more than anything else. Did someone say torture?