[She was sure John would react that way-- he's so much like the rest of her friends already, she figured that part would be the same, too-- but it's still a relief to hear it. She exhales, because the hard part's over, the part where she has to admit what happened. Just... go eat now.]
Thank you, [she says softly, and joins him on the way over to the stairs.] I'm trying not to freak out. I don't think I'm doing too well at it.
[A bit of wry self-castigation in there, because Willow really does get tired of being overemotional all the time.]
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Thank you, [she says softly, and joins him on the way over to the stairs.] I'm trying not to freak out. I don't think I'm doing too well at it.
[A bit of wry self-castigation in there, because Willow really does get tired of being overemotional all the time.]