[ That feels like a very, very small victory to Wanda. He hardly ever admits as much, and when he does, it always feels like she's been smacked over by a wave. She smiles a small smile and turns away from him for a moment. Perhaps she shouldn't enjoy this, but she thinks that if their positions were reversed (if they were ever reversed) that he would be gloating. ]
Hm.
[ She clasps her hands together and looks at the television screen without registering anything. It doesn't make her feel any better, but it's stopped making her feel worse. She had dreaded him coming home and boasting about how lovely Zrinka is. She's a nice girl who Wanda hates resenting.
She brushes some of her hair away from her face. ]
I am still mad at you.
[ It's only fair to tell him, even if there's no anger in her voice. ]
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Hm.
[ She clasps her hands together and looks at the television screen without registering anything. It doesn't make her feel any better, but it's stopped making her feel worse. She had dreaded him coming home and boasting about how lovely Zrinka is. She's a nice girl who Wanda hates resenting.
She brushes some of her hair away from her face. ]
I am still mad at you.
[ It's only fair to tell him, even if there's no anger in her voice. ]