[Well that's a whole lot of nothing that means something. Spike isn't sure what— no, it has to be those flowers, but what can he do? Surely nothing, he's no nurse, but people are dying, and—
Spike hesitates, doing that strange little twist he does when uncertain, both hands shoved in his pockets and wiggling like a puppy told to wait in place as he vibrates between staying and going. It is not in his nature to care so deeply about others, he convinces himself, which is a lie. He leans back in toward the door, resting his temple on the door frame.]
....Well, uh, my shift's over, so if there's... anything you need, I've got. Time.
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Spike hesitates, doing that strange little twist he does when uncertain, both hands shoved in his pockets and wiggling like a puppy told to wait in place as he vibrates between staying and going. It is not in his nature to care so deeply about others, he convinces himself, which is a lie. He leans back in toward the door, resting his temple on the door frame.]
....Well, uh, my shift's over, so if there's... anything you need, I've got. Time.
[Yes that's very smooth.]