The sounds of the next memory tore them apart and they saw themselves in Buffy's kitchen the next night, arguing a little.
"Oh yeah you had to be Mr. Macho wouldn't just tell me that that night was amazing." Buffy scolded.
"Hey! You wouldn't tell me either!" Spike defended his actions.
Past Buffy waggled the scythe in Past Spike's face assuring him that the only reason she was holding it was because of him and Spike was attempting to brush it off, when he changed his tune all of a sudden.
"I've lived for sodding ever, Buffy. I've done everything. I've done things with you I can't even spell, but I've never been close with someone, least of all you. 'Til last night. All I did was hold you, watch you sleep, and it was the best night of my life." Past Spike whispered.
Just as quickly as they opened up, they closed back down again, making excuses. Past Buffy took a step back and Past Spike hurried out of the door.
"It wasn't the right time." Buffy agreed with her previous decision.
"You're right. An apocalypse just has no place for romance." Spike nodded.
"And anyway, it all worked out for the best..right?"
Spike grinned at her uncertainty, even after all the time they'd known each other she was still nervous about saying how she felt. "Right." He echoed.