"If you didn't...?" Raising his eyebrow, Spike mimicked the gesture. "I've got two and only two problems with what happened, love. One, that you've got so much that's eating away at you and I can't do a sodding thing about it. And, two, that we were crouched on a hard tile floor with water in our eyes instead of someplace I could've held you better." He shot Wesley a stern glare. "Which isn't a complaint about you."