[He squirms slightly in frustration while she walks her fingers up — it's slow annoying little pokes. There are no complains though, because the scratching that follows is sharper, still slow, but much more enjoyable. Wanda gets that second hiss from him when she's dragged her nails halfway down his back.]
No matter how old you get, you will never be as old as me. So it can't 'set in'.
[Pietro knows that he makes no sense, but it's late.]
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No matter how old you get, you will never be as old as me. So it can't 'set in'.
[Pietro knows that he makes no sense, but it's late.]