"What is it?" He's been looking at her funny since she got here. Windows are sealed shut, it's dark and silent in a way that makes her suspicious of the calm. Willow knows something is wrong, but knowing how to navigate it is a different story. He seems on edge, wary. A cornered animal about to bite. She uses her most casual voice, hoping to disarm this combative energy -- but it seems only to agitate him more.
@skullfck said: it's wearing you wrong.
"Wearing me wrong?" Willow looks down at herself. "What, my top? Didn't know you were such a fashionista..."
She laughs queasily. Doesn't want to assume the worst, that this is paranoia, that this is the heroin comedown and a missed set of his medication... But she knows, deep down, that she isn't responding to exactly what he said. She's never seen him get this way before. Not up close.
Who - what - does he think she is? Is she behaving strangely? Willow straightens up a bit, trying to appear more like herself - which only makes her seem stranger.


















