[She knows that feeling well, has been ignoring her own headache. Her voice is soft when she answers.] Yeah... we don't really have a choice. Or at least not a good one.
[She leans into him and half crawls onto his lap, out of words. Willow doesn't want to do anything but get as close to him as she can right now, doesn't want him out of her sight, doesn't want to think about anything else.]
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[She leans into him and half crawls onto his lap, out of words. Willow doesn't want to do anything but get as close to him as she can right now, doesn't want him out of her sight, doesn't want to think about anything else.]