The girls came bouncing down into the basement in the late afternoon, all talking at once, and he was pissed because they woke up Spike who had just fallen asleep again; Xander had to hold the vampire mostly in his lap and rock him until he calmed down. Spike clung to Xander, sucked his thumb, and looked at the girls with wide, guileless eyes.
“Wow,” Buffy said, in a much more subdued tone. “That’s…kinda disturbing. But also a little cute.”
Xander sighed heavily. “Yeah. But he’s better, I mean at least a little bit, and that’s a good sign, right?”
“Sure, Xan, that’s great,” said Willow with badly faked enthusiasm.
Buffy chimed in, “By tomorrow he’ll be stealing your stuff and saying weird British things at you and trying to gnaw on your neck.”
Xander looked down at Spike and suppressed an impulse to nuzzle at his hair. “Okay, tell me what you found.”