[ Wanda wishes to frown, but she smiles at him instead. It's like a cage of butterflies have been unleashed in her chest and threaten to carry her up and off the couch. Pietro's never as vulnerable with his feelings as she is, but in the instances that he is, she wishes to treasure them.
After considering acknowledging his slip of honesty, she decides to do so in a much quieter manner than outright speaking of it. She twists slightly to face him, no longer wishing to erect a wall between them.
She digs her thumb into his foot. ] This is a good part. You don't like massages?
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[ Wanda wishes to frown, but she smiles at him instead. It's like a cage of butterflies have been unleashed in her chest and threaten to carry her up and off the couch. Pietro's never as vulnerable with his feelings as she is, but in the instances that he is, she wishes to treasure them.
After considering acknowledging his slip of honesty, she decides to do so in a much quieter manner than outright speaking of it. She twists slightly to face him, no longer wishing to erect a wall between them.
She digs her thumb into his foot. ] This is a good part. You don't like massages?