[And from now on he would refer to this place as Istanbul if just because it was the most random of places for them to meet again. He was still struggling with the wolf, not because of anything she was saying, but because of what was going on inside of him. Everything was confusing and while Oz liked a good puzzle now and then, he didn't like puzzles of the heart.
He still loved Willow. That much was obvious. He would always love Willow. But it was also obvious how strongly she felt for Tara, still felt for Tara, even after her death. But then he guessed that was what real love was, it transcended all that, even death. And as beautiful as it was to have that kind of love, it left Oz feeling uncertain.
In attempt to push through those thoughts, he focused on what might help Willow, on what he could be proactive about.]
Meditation might help... Istanbul meditation. I mean with the control.