If there had been a wall close enough to bang his head against, Owen would have done so. As it was, he settled for glaring at Spike.
"Are you naturally this dense, or are you trying to misunderstand on purpose?" he snapped. "Fictional, not not real. Look. You live in-stream, which means you're just one aspect of the character. There's as many ways for your life to go as there are fan-girls following your show. Put them all together, and you get the out-of-stream character."
He really was trying. And he really hoped he'd get out of here soon, before he got lost in-stream, and started to forget everything else but this story-stream. Even if it was one screwed up story-stream.