||[Jan. 4th, 2005|02:34 am]
It was still raining when we got to the airport. Giles and I were silent on the drive there. I think he got that I needed to just not talk for a while, and just be. Sinking into the passenger seat, I wrapped my arms tighter around myself as I stared blankly out the window, watching rain drops make skinny, random rivulets down the glass, viens of water, a web. After a while, the blurring images outside gave me a headache so I closed my eyes, trying to think... what did I say to a girl who's lost as much as I had? More, or less, I don't know, Dawn was young, and I felt incredibly old.|
I was still blank when we reached the airport. I think I managed a weak smile when Giles looked at me, but again we were silent when we walked into the building. He bought us a couple of teas at the cafe they had there as we waited for Dawn's flight to come in, and I looked at him almost helplessly. "What do I say to her?" I asked, even though I could safely say Giles wouldn't know either. "How can I comfort her? Will she even listen to me?"
Shaking my head, I stir my papercup tea with the thin wooden stick thing that comes with it, watching the milky whitness blend more into the darker brown of thick, decent English tea. That was definitely a plus when it came to the UK. Maybe Dawn will like it here. Maybe I should stay here after all. Maybe I should call Xander. That last one was a must.