Everything seems like a fine idea until you have time to reflect on it. How Spike wound up here was a subject he had been debating since the previous night, and revisited again when he woke up in a room that was as unsettling as it was thoughtful. It doesn't help that he can't quite pinpoint their motives behind putting him up, or that he's at fault for encouraging them.

Despite being the last to venture from his room, he's been awake for longer than he usually would be at this hour. Already dressed, only without the jacket, he proceeds down the hall with his head bent and his hands deep in his pockets to keep himself from lighting a cigarette. When he hears voices, he's tempted to slip past them while they're distracted and right out the front door. -- But they must have anticipated that reaction when they started the cooking. The lure of a hot breakfast is too much of a draw for him to at least stay long enough to eat. (The fact that he had nowhere to go aside from an equally-mocking castle is only a minor note.)

Reaching the dining room, he hesitates by the door frame, partly because of their other guest, and largely because it's still awkward to see how affectionate their hosts are. Part of him believes that it'll only get worse if they see his reactions, so he walks in without a word, glancing discretely away like he's searching for a coffee mug.

Not everyone is a morning person.