Spawn's heart practically stops when he sees you walk through the doors of the Saloon. There was no way it was just a coincidence that you entered when he happened to be there. You knew. You knew he was alive and well. That he had lied to you. To get away from you. But why?

He didn't know whether to embrace you or draw his gun. The conflicting emotions tore at him—relief, anger, confusion, and a deep, abiding love that had never truly died. He had lived with the pain of leaving you. He never meant too. It was only to protect you from the undead outlaws chasing him down. He didn't want you to be involved in that mess, Just like how he had involved his previous lover and child. He couldn't repeat history.

"I can explain-" his voice rough with disbelief and a flicker of guilt. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume you were the reason he faked his death.