[ He subsides from stiff posture into a gentle unwinding of the shoulders, a weary slant to his mouth. To Faith he drops his head in a nod.
There is more he'd like to say to them, confessions of Willow's he ought to address: the trouble of Tara's mind, and her powers, and the pieces they do not understand about either or both. The danger she poses, and the danger she might find herself in without realizing. He ought to confer with Faith about it.
But he can find no tactful way, no kind way, to do any of that. And they have each other, which is something. It is more than he's been able to give.
He offers Tara a tenuous smile. It isn't a very good one, given the worry lines at the edges of his eyes, but it is an effort. ]
Then I suppose I shall leave you to it. If I hear any news... [ of Willow; of Maul ] I shall keep you informed.
[ It feels unsatisfying, to excuse himself and retreat. He does it all the same. ]
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There is more he'd like to say to them, confessions of Willow's he ought to address: the trouble of Tara's mind, and her powers, and the pieces they do not understand about either or both. The danger she poses, and the danger she might find herself in without realizing. He ought to confer with Faith about it.
But he can find no tactful way, no kind way, to do any of that. And they have each other, which is something. It is more than he's been able to give.
He offers Tara a tenuous smile. It isn't a very good one, given the worry lines at the edges of his eyes, but it is an effort. ]
Then I suppose I shall leave you to it. If I hear any news... [ of Willow; of Maul ] I shall keep you informed.
[ It feels unsatisfying, to excuse himself and retreat. He does it all the same. ]