Spike: No, it’s not that easy. We have something, Buffy. (Buffy is walking up the stairs to the front door of her house. Spike follows) It’s not pretty, but it’s real, and there’s nothing either one of us can do about it.
Buffy opens the door and enters, turning to face Spike who is right on her heels.
Spike: Like it or not, I’m in your life, you can’t just shut me out.
He stops suddenly at the doorway as an invisible force prevents him from entering. Buffy stands right inside the door, giving him a grim look.
Spike stares in surprise, gives a tentative smile, not quite getting it yet. It begins to dawn on him that his invitation to the Summers house has been revoked.
Buffy steps back and closes the door in his face.
Procrastination picspam; I should have studied, but I spent the afternoon making this instead.