XANDER: Look at her. (indicates Cordelia) Tears of a clown, baby. Or is it... grins of a sad person? (reaches over to Willow in his old familiar way) Or maybe it's...

WILLOW: Xander, your hand.

XANDER: (jerks back his hand) Oops! Sorry. But why 'oops'? I mean, we always touch digits. It's a friend thing. Comfort. Like chocolate.

WILLOW: Maybe it used to be, but since we... It's different. I-I'm sorry. But if I wanna make things right with Oz, my hands, my -- all my stuff -- has to be for him only.

• Willow & Oz
• Xander & Willow

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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