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“Willow…” Cordelia hesitated, then, suddenly unsure. Tactfulness had never been her forte - nor had comfort - so she was left PARALYZED in this moment, uncertain of whether anything else she could say would actually help more than it would hurt.
More than anything, Willow was thankful that there wasn’t a repeat of the words ‘i’m sorry’ for the umpteenth time. So...