"We’ll find the nearest," Oz said, and with that he left and headed back to where Willow was waiting for him.
He was a very observant fellow, Oz was. He also knew that though that no matter how curious Angel was, and Oz could pick it up from the slight furrow of the brows of the brooding one, he was not going to ask about Willow and how they’re now pretty much together now.
When he walked toward the front door, he smelled a familiar scent, in fact he smelled two familiar scent. Scents that should not be existing anymore, at least not like this.
It didn’t show in his face, but he was panicking, and as he reached the lobby, he heard Willow’s voice.
"Tara? Is that really you?"
Completely ignoring Anya, all he could do was stand there, staring at the girl, the girl who once replaced him in Willow’s heart. Did he have no place anymore, now that she’s back?
He wanted to say something, do something, but he was rooted on the spot, staring Tara and Willow, the girls who broke his heart once.