"You should probably just sleep," Nicolas said as he unlocked the door, turning back toward Spike with a frown. His eyes looked focused enough, so he doubted he had a concussion, but there was some dried blood on his forehead still and for all he knew shock might still set in. Nicolas reached out to steady him as he moved him inside the house, letting Spike lead the way once he closed the door quietly behind them. No need to wake Giles. "Let me get you into bed."

No, he wasn't aware how he sounded here.