Part 2
"Xander, what's wrong? You've been kinda down lately?"
"Whelp prob'ly ate some bad pizza."
"Hey, Fangless, I resent that."
"Oh, so it's fine after it's been under the bed?"
"Hey, guys, calm down."
"Bleedin'…"
"Spike!"
"Hey, all's fine in Xander-land, nothing bad, not even heart-burn. I'm just a little tired."
"You're sure?"
"Of course! See, I'm happy. And look sugary donut goodness!"
"I'm worried about Xander."
"He did seem a bit off today."
"A bit? Giles! He was totally covering something. I just don't know what."
"Yeah, and he barely insulted Spike. And then, didn't even threaten stakage."
"Buffy's right, Giles. Then he distracted us with donuts."
"Hmmm."
"We've got to figure this out."
"Don't worry, Willow we will."
"Spill it, Whelp."
"Spill what?"
"Don't play the fool with me, pet. I know better than all them sodding gits. You smell depressed."
"You can smell that? You're lying, Fangless."
"Bloody hell, pet! I'm a vampire! I can smell any emotion on you. So come on, tell Spike all about it."
"Why? So you can flaunt it over my head and black-mail me? I don't think so."
"Cor, pet. Why would I do that?"
"Because you're evil."
"Well, fine. So a bloke kills a few people and suddenly he's evil."
"A few?"
"Oh, cork it, Whelp. I will find out your secret."
"Riiight."