[There's laughter in his voice that he tries not to make too obvious. Wanda is extremely transparent, he wasn't even wearing these pants earlier. Pietro looks down at his thigh as if searching for that imaginary jam, though. He fingers a spot along the top of his inner thigh, as obvious as he can get.]
Oh, there it is.
[His playing along sounds more light-hearted to him, and he's starting to think he may have been more irritated by the things Wanda does than he'd thought, or irritated with himself for never bringing it up and continuing to get exasperated over what he could have so easily fixed.]
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[There's laughter in his voice that he tries not to make too obvious. Wanda is extremely transparent, he wasn't even wearing these pants earlier. Pietro looks down at his thigh as if searching for that imaginary jam, though. He fingers a spot along the top of his inner thigh, as obvious as he can get.]
Oh, there it is.
[His playing along sounds more light-hearted to him, and he's starting to think he may have been more irritated by the things Wanda does than he'd thought, or irritated with himself for never bringing it up and continuing to get exasperated over what he could have so easily fixed.]