This was not going well. Aside from the fact that Willow had just pimp slapped him, Xander was having a hard time keeping himself from jumping in between the two of them every time it looked like they were about to kill each other. He hated this. Seeing people that he was close with attack each other. It was so twisted and wrong and Xander realized that there was no way in the world that he'd possibly be able to understand it all. Breathing heavily and going against his better judgement, Xander did as he was told. Still clutching at his burned chest, he turned away from the pair and dashed over to Cordelia once more.
Dropping down beside her, Xander took the vial from her fingers and looked at her, his face full of nothing short of concern. "Just make sure you're in it after I'm done," Xander told her, offering her a weak smile. Then he rose up to his full height and started back toward the battling pair. Almost as though he had been given a new burst of courage from the faith that Cordelia had seemed to have in him, Xander opened his mouth and started to shout at Willow yet again. "HEY, WILLOW! YOU SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME, YOU KNOW THAT?" His voice was much louder. A lot more stronger than it had been before. Vial grasped tightly in his hand, Xander kept his distance. He'd have to until the right moment. "But that's okay! I LOVE SCARY WILLOW! Just like a love silly Willow and serious Willow and shy Willow and 'HEY XANDER STOP MAKING FACES BECAUSE I NEED TO STUDY' Willow!" Yes, that's right. He had to go with the love. Someone had mentioned something about him saying that to her before when he had saved the world. Xander hoped it would work again.