[wanda almost immediately regrets it, the way he deflates, he steps back a bit, looks at her confusedβmade even more prominent by how he can't really focus his eyes on her face.
it's what he says β how he doesn't want to wait that long, how he's still holding off from saying it because she asked him not to, how he's careful around what she wants, how she feels. that's love, isn't it? pure and unfiltered, and perhaps a little flawed in how weak it makes them in the end.
it's real enough, isn't it?
wanda presses forward to kiss him, quickly and chaste, pulling back, a hand over the curve of his neck, quietly saying, abruptly,]
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it's what he says β how he doesn't want to wait that long, how he's still holding off from saying it because she asked him not to, how he's careful around what she wants, how she feels. that's love, isn't it? pure and unfiltered, and perhaps a little flawed in how weak it makes them in the end.
it's real enough, isn't it?
wanda presses forward to kiss him, quickly and chaste, pulling back, a hand over the curve of his neck, quietly saying, abruptly,]
I love you too, Matt.