Xander could not for the life of him remember when he had stopped talking to Dean and Sam, though he was pretty sure it had been pretty soon after he had told them they could stay. He only had a fuzzy recollection of making his way back up to his room afterward. At the moment, he was staring at the ceiling in his room. He had tried to sleep again, but even though he had closed his eyes for at least what felt like an hour, sleep was still hiding from him. Bastard.
How could he be so tired and yet so unable to sleep? There was a thunderous knock on the door. Actually, it was probably only a regular knock, it just seemed louder than normal because he was tired and a little irritable. While he couldn't sleep, he still had no intention of leaving his bed as he lacked the energy. The knocker though was not dissuaded by his not answering and knocked again. Which meant that it probably wasn't Sam or Dean. He didn't want to talk though. he just wanted to try to sleep even if his mind wouldn't slow down long enough for him to do that.
"Xander Harris!" Willow's voice came from the other side of the door. He had had a sneaking suspicion it was her.
"Xander H-" Xander groaned but knew his friend well enough to know that she wasn't just going to go away.
"Come in Willow," he said. His door was locked but that was hardly an obstacle for a witch as powerful as Willow was. A second later there was a click and Xander reluctantly sat up in bed as Willow made her way into the room. She looked nice and awake. He was so jealous.
"Xander you look awful," Willow said in the way only a good friend would. She made her way over to the bed and sat down next him.
"Thanks, Wills," Xander said dryly.
"Are you okay? Is this about last night?" Xander shook his head.
"I was being stupid last night," he said and he had been. "I understand that now," he said his eyes sliding closed for a moment before he opened them again.
"You look tired," Willow observed concerned.
"I'm fine," Xander insisted he wasn't sure why he was lying to Willow he just wanted to deal with it by himself. Of course, Willow did not seem to buy it.
"You do not look fine Xander, you look horrible." Xander hadn't looked in a mirror but by the way he felt he supposed it was probably true.
"What's the matter?" Xander sighed he should have known that he wouldn't be able to keep it from Willow for very long and that it was hopeless to try.
"I can't sleep," he admitted tiredly, his eyes going back to half mast. His body was exhausted but his mind wouldn't slow down long enough for him sleep. Images of his mother and father kept flickering in and memories of his childhood. He suddenly felt arms around him and knew that Willow was hugging him.
"Oh Xander," he felt more than heard Willow say. Xander suddenly felt his thoughts slowing down and he slumped into the bed. He felt comfortable, both in the bed and with Willow's arms around him. His mess with his biological family suddenly seemed somehow less important and he felt almost weightless. A small part of him knew this must be a spell, but honestly, with the sleep washing over him, he didn't care where it came from.