Spike sighs inwardly, just to keep himself centered when she collapses on him. It's rare for him to be put in his place so completely, to see his carelessness completely wreck every part of someone -- but not the first. The memories it stirs, of the ones he still has, set his jaw and keep him from offering any words of comfort.

That's not even the worst thing he's done. Far from it.

Hesitantly, he brings a hand up to rest on her shoulder and listens to her breathing. He debates speaking for several moments, knowing he's only made things worse with every opportunity, but he still has the need to clarify something while he has the chance.

"I'm sorry I lost you."