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[ he does look older than the last time she saw him in person. the age difference is much more noticeable now than over the video feed. she pauses for a moment before drawing out the sandwiches, sodas, and chips, threading her hand through the bars to give him his and retracting her arm once it's all set out for him. whenever he feels up to taking it is fine with her. she won't be offended if he doesn't eat while she's there.
she smiles at his compliment. ] Thanks. You, too. It's... really good to see you.
[ unlike oz, willow's mind is stuck on the last time they'd seen each other, stuck on tara and what everything meant... and how, even months later, she still ached for the hole warren had shot through her heart. how she's even supposed to begin this she doesn't know. she's trying hard not to let her nerves get the best of her, knowing he'll be able to sense it... but it's tough. ]
Maybe someday one of our picnics will have actual grass involved.