[He laughs, the laughter of a man condemned. It's hollow, mirthless laughter, and it's gone as soon as he'd started up. Spike flips to face her, stepping off the stool when she takes his drink--and promptly almost falls into her. But he straightens himself out and manages to look only a little cross-eyed. It's funny how you get drunker the moment you try to stand.]

You. You're my problem, alright? Is that what you wanna hear? Since day zero you've been-- [He's already losing a little steam, and his heart feels constricted even if he knows his heart isn't even alive to feel anything. But he still does feel it, that tightness in his chest. He's in so far over his head and he can't even begin to swim to the surface.] He's a bloody fool for not seeing... You, the way you are.

[It's clear he means James by wild gesturing and the fact that they are at his party, after all...]

I'm just going to go. [He shoved his hands in his pockets, but hesitated, waiting to see if she would stop him.]