[Well, Spike is thoroughly confused. That was a lot of info in a short amount of space, and a lot of affection that he'd dreamed of but was sure he'd never get. Including a kiss--which he enjoys, but can't enjoy too much because he's hella confused. Then he's getting more information...]
Woah. Wait...what?
[Now the hold loosens, to arms length with his hands on her shoulders. Because he is still not letting her go.]
Last I checked, you tolerated me because you knew I'd protect Dawn. You only kissed me once, and that was...I don't know what that was and I didn't know then either. Now you're telling me it's been two bloody years? And what's this about me gaining a soul? Was I cursed? And wait a minute I was dead-dead?
[Spike was trying to figure out the words even as he said all of that. Trying to make sense of it, confusion written all over his face and posture. Before he gathered some calm to him, or resolve, or something.]
Slay...Buffy. You know how I feel. I knew you'd never love me, but you've treated me like a man and that was enough. I am so glad to see you alive here. Every...every night, in my dreams. I saved you. Somehow. So it is not that I'm not absolutely thrilled you're here. I'm just...very confused right now? Are you sure you're okay?
[Because that was his chief concern. Was she alright? Of course she had things to do back home. She was THE Slayer. Just like he had things he needed to do too. A promise to keep. Not that he didn't know the Fae played with timelines and all, but here was more proof of that in a way that directly affected him. Give him a minute to wrap his brain around it all.]
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Woah. Wait...what?
[Now the hold loosens, to arms length with his hands on her shoulders. Because he is still not letting her go.]
Last I checked, you tolerated me because you knew I'd protect Dawn. You only kissed me once, and that was...I don't know what that was and I didn't know then either. Now you're telling me it's been two bloody years? And what's this about me gaining a soul? Was I cursed? And wait a minute I was dead-dead?
[Spike was trying to figure out the words even as he said all of that. Trying to make sense of it, confusion written all over his face and posture. Before he gathered some calm to him, or resolve, or something.]
Slay...Buffy. You know how I feel. I knew you'd never love me, but you've treated me like a man and that was enough. I am so glad to see you alive here. Every...every night, in my dreams. I saved you. Somehow. So it is not that I'm not absolutely thrilled you're here. I'm just...very confused right now? Are you sure you're okay?
[Because that was his chief concern. Was she alright? Of course she had things to do back home. She was THE Slayer. Just like he had things he needed to do too. A promise to keep. Not that he didn't know the Fae played with timelines and all, but here was more proof of that in a way that directly affected him. Give him a minute to wrap his brain around it all.]