Angel hadn't been lying. He wasn't ashamed, he didn't care who knew-- but he did care about who it would hurt. It was inevitable that people were going to be hurt, Buffy and Doyle namely, and he hadn't intended for it to be so soon. That kiss was supposed to be a simple peck to be brushed off as the spirit of New Years' and they'd both gotten carried away with it. He'd meant to tell the others, to tell Buffy before she found out in a way like this, but now it was seemingly too late for that.

He followed her out, close to catching up. "Buffy! Buffy, stop."