[She matches his apologetic smile, and once they're out of the room and in the library hallway, drops it.] I'm old hat at excuses, [she explains,] and you looked like a deer in headlights, there. A deer trying to be stoic, but still.
[It's true; Willow has had to come up with excuses to get out of things on the fly quite a lot. But she's not usually this forward, and her smile turns awkward, as if silently asking for forgiveness from him for intruding so much.]
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[It's true; Willow has had to come up with excuses to get out of things on the fly quite a lot. But she's not usually this forward, and her smile turns awkward, as if silently asking for forgiveness from him for intruding so much.]