Such a simple thing, really, when you think about it. A shifting of muscles that lets other people know you’re happy.
It can brighten a bad day. Let someone know they are loved. It can heal a wounded soul.
Willow’s smile is like feeling the sun again. Angel basks in its warmth every chance he gets. He’s made it his mission to coax it out. The first time he made her laugh was one of the best days of his unlife.
The day she said she liked his smile was another.
Such a simple, wonderful thing.