[Pietro tends to go against his better judgement when he's started in on bantering arguments and suppositions, but he really had been trying to make this a nice day for her. He should stop. He can't simply do so without a reason though, so he latches on to one part of Wanda's comments to shift things around, while making it sound like it isn't a deliberate turn towards acquiescence. He fidgets, in a different way than usual, as if it's not due to excess energy but to the pains and stiff joints inherent in a much older man.]

I am getting old. It would do me no good to stay out too late... and it is a long walk back. I may have to stay. You know, tired old bones...

[But he snorts when she holds out her hand, and pops the rest of the donut in his mouth, shrugging. Too late, it's his.]