( it seems like they have fallen into this pit where his life went one way and hers the other way; when once they could so easily talk to one another about anything and everything (except for a few secrets), right now it almost feels like that warmth has faded a touch.
wanda's jaw tenses, at his answer, of not knowing where to start.
pulling back, and with it her hand and the damp cloth, wanda studies his face. lingering in this silence, she decides to comb her fingers through his wet hair, fixing it a little in the same way she always would, back in the orphanage, always teasing him about how his hair was a mess ('but i'm blind, how should i know what it looks like? i'm counting on you to make it look right, wanda').
their paths may have diverted, but at least warmth still remains, between them, despite what she had thought just seconds before. her hand moves from his hair down to his arm, settling only when she reaches for his hand, forcing her fingers to squeeze between his palm and the cup.
matt doesn't know where to start, so — she will, for him, voice tinny and quiet. )
no subject
wanda's jaw tenses, at his answer, of not knowing where to start.
pulling back, and with it her hand and the damp cloth, wanda studies his face. lingering in this silence, she decides to comb her fingers through his wet hair, fixing it a little in the same way she always would, back in the orphanage, always teasing him about how his hair was a mess ('but i'm blind, how should i know what it looks like? i'm counting on you to make it look right, wanda').
their paths may have diverted, but at least warmth still remains, between them, despite what she had thought just seconds before. her hand moves from his hair down to his arm, settling only when she reaches for his hand, forcing her fingers to squeeze between his palm and the cup.
matt doesn't know where to start, so — she will, for him, voice tinny and quiet. )
I missed you.