Channel of Communications.

She wandered aimlessly around the room, picking things up here and there, examining them with listless eyes. The door opened and she turned, only to stop short at the unexpected figure in the doorway.

Gunn cleared his throat, “Angel got tied up. Asked me to check on you.” He noted the deep circles of exhaustion under her eyes and the weary slump of her shoulders. “Is there anything I can get you?”

Buffy sighed, “Could you just give him a message for me?” A lone tear tracked unheeded down her face, “Tell him, Spike’s dead. He saved us all.”