[She jerks in surprise when he snaps at her, but a moment later he's making up for it. Willow takes his hand in both of her own, warm and gentle.]

You are strong, [she insists softly. She keeps her eyes on him, even if he isn't looking.] You think I'm strong because I can-- I can take someone apart like that? That isn't strength. Surviving, being there for me, not giving in... that's what makes you strong.

Needing to let it out sometimes can't change that.