Okay. Giles had given the whole coffee concept far more thought then Willow *ever* had. And she was the mocha latte addict! She could use one by now come to think of it. Heck, if this convo was going in the direction she was dead sure it was gonna go she might need one of those pink frilly drinks. The one she had when going out on the town with Faith. Things had been much with the happier then, when she was going out with Faith. Who'd have thunk it?
"Uhm..." If he was making her tea later would that make her feel better? Well maybe on the whole 'Giles is British and should drink tea!' bit. But on a whole? Not so much. She'd still feel guilty, she'd still feel inept, she'd still feel useless. Considering how far she'd thought she'd left those feeling behind? It was not of the good.
Small talk. More small talk. She was just waiting for it. Giles was kinda sucky when it came to small talk as well. So far he was doing way better with it then Willow. The red head only seemed to be able to look at the table, and then not even at the paper napkin her hands had gotten hold which she had started to shred to teeny tiny papery bits.
"Kinda the wrong person to ask," Willow sighed. Well, mostly the wrong person to ask. Both Giles and Xander didn't know what was going on. But for the most part neither did Willow. First there was Angelus, then there was Buffy being attacked and pushing her away, then there was Angel. In the middle there was an ineffectual Willow who was incapable of doing nothing with the magic.
She'd told Xander about Angelus attacking Buffy, but she wasn't sure if she should tell Giles. Willow didn't think it was her place. If Buffy wanted Giles to know she should be the one to tell her. Considering how *bad* it had been and the Watcher's history with Giles? Nope, Willow wasn't gonna tell.
"Angel turned into Angel and I couldn't put his soul back, which I so don't understand cause I'm the only one who's been able to do that and live to tell the tale, I researched it and researched it and tried and tried but nothing and I think my magic has gone poof somewhat since I couldn't get it done and I don't understand why Giles I mean what good am I without the magic and unable to help Buffy with the whole goody fighting thing I'm scared cause my magic's gone wonky haywire and that's not of the good..." Willow rattled before finally taking a breath, "you know?"