Xander's room at the Arms, early Thursday Morning

[needsaparrot]

Right, this wouldn't be Xander pacing around, worrying about Bridge and Z and cursing the lack of new news, in between poking verrrrry carefully at the old news in his in-box in case something jumps out and bites him. Which hey, Fandom, always a possibility.

He was also hoping he might hear from somebody who'd be likely to understand how

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[willbedone]

There came a knock-knock-knocking at his door.

[needsaparrot]

And that would be Xander getting up and going over to peer out the spyhole before opening it, because a) still from Sunnydale, and b) so not up to seeing anybody but a very specific handful of people at this point.

One of whom was standing in the hallway looking kind of short and bulbous because hey, spyhole.

He opened the door a crack. "Willow. Am I glad to see you. But--" Crap. He didn't have any better idea of how to prepare her for this now than he had when he'd called her yesterday. "--Um. Before you see me, you should probably know I'm a little... different."

[willbedone]

You really shouldn't try to get in the way of a determined redhead. Willow gave the door her best shove - granted she was weer and slighter than Xander - in an attempt to get inside and pounce on him with a hug.

[needsaparrot]

So much for preparation. Since Xander wasn't prepared for that -- God knows why, you'd think he would be after 26 years of knowing Willows -- the push knocked him back, though not, thankfully, onto his ass. The door opened.