Willow sniffled a little, warmed by his words. She drew in a shaky breath and nodded against him. Hank was solid and warm, and she didn't feel like pulling away from his just yet. It was nice to have a friend again. Someone willing to accept what she was and what she had done.
Ugh, she missed Buffy. She missed Xander. Even Anya.
Her arms tightened around Hank for a moment in silent thanks. Without withdrawing, she asked, her voice soft, "That boy... that was your friend's son?" She couldn't help the mild shiver. "What happened to him?"