Who: Spike and Connor What: Filling Spike in on Buffy Why: Family business When: tonight Warnings: They are Aurelians and are known to talk through their emotions with their fists, but I don't know.
Connor had left the prison a couple of times to scout out where his dad was. Not that he would agree to see him. On some level, he got it, it must be hard to face him after what happened. On another? He was his son, and if anyone had a right to sit with him and try to help him through this, it should be Connor. He was currently trying to make sure the witches stayed safe in the prison while they put up barriers to make sure another Serena incident didn't happen without people at least being aware. If Connor had to set traps that would take out people's legs every time they jumped the fence, he'd do it. He wasn't playing games with anyone anymore.
The witches seemed to have things under control, but he was keeping his place. Mostly because he didn't feel there was anything else he could be doing right now. There was a plan to get Serena back as far as he knew, and no one had asked him to come along. He considered that meant they had it under control, and he trusted their judgment. Spike's arrival changed his opinion of where he needed to be in an instant. Someone had to tell him what happened to Buffy, and well, he was as close to family as Spike had right now to tell him. At least as close to Angel's family to explain what had happened.
Walking out to the tree with his hands in his pocket, he keys his eyes alert for any sign they were being watched. All his injuries were completely healed. The physical ones at least. The mental ones he filed away for later. There was always something new to deal with after all. And Spike definitely had to be dealt with.
"Hey," he said quietly, already feeling like the messenger who would probably be shot as soon as he delivered the message. "I honestly have no idea how to tell you this, so I'm just going to ask that you hear me out before you react, please."