Inobservation
Angel’s in Willow’s bedroom, watching as her face changes expression a dozen times in a matter of seconds. He has two different faces and he’s pretty sure he’s never had that many different looks. They’re talking about Buffy…and Billy Fordham…and brooding.
“But if there isn’t anything weird…hey, that’s weird.”
It doesn’t surprise him. He knew the guy was a wrong one even through the veil of testosterone. But all of a sudden it occurs to him that Willow finds it too easy to be the sounding board for his feelings about her best friend. She’s used to this and it makes him wonder.
He looks at her again. She’s pretty, though she does nothing to accentuate it. Wearing her hair differently and trying a wardrobe change would help, but still, she’s attractive enough now that it shouldn’t be second nature to listen to how men feel about girls who aren’t her.
Her mother’s voice calls and Wilow hustles him out of the room...the room she’s not supposed to have boys in…the room where that’s probably never been a problem until tonight.
He can’t think about this. Buffy is all he can handle right now, and then some. He puts tonight on a shelf in the back of his mind, meaning to revisit it someday, but he doesn’t…and that’s the answer.
The End