[Touching certain spots make his muscles twitch under her fingers, or his toes curl, but the momentary tension doesn't last, and as she watches him, he never looks at her in irritation. Pietro's movements on the couch are now for getting more relaxed, if possible, not forcing himself not to run. He snorts at Wanda's comment, poking at her again. She likes to call his legs bony, but Pietro will refute that claim every time.]
Oh, you like them now, do you?
[He shrugs at her question, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip in thought, making a show of it. The park hadn't been too much for him, as far as they'd gotten.]
I don't know. You may have to experiment with that the next time I spill jam.
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Oh, you like them now, do you?
[He shrugs at her question, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip in thought, making a show of it. The park hadn't been too much for him, as far as they'd gotten.]
I don't know. You may have to experiment with that the next time I spill jam.