[Wouldn't it be simpler to return to that place, that little cabin, the time when they were both stuck in this world without recollection of events that had yet to happen -- but even Stephen feels as though there are changes wrought through him he cannot undo. Wanda's experiences have twined with his own, for good or ill, and that is something they'll both have to live with. Choices made, consequences hewn from them.

Hers were worse, of course. So many dead, so much damage done, a madness laced through her mind courtesy of the Darkhold. It is hard for the tension to not ratchet up by a degree when she closes the space between them. Hard for Stephen not to close himself off with his body language, tempted to cross his arms, but he somehow manages to keep them at his side.]

I haven't told anyone anything. [And this is true. But so is the addendum:] Yet.

[They will be due an update. Even if she has spoken with the others--and certainly she has with one or two, by now--they will have questions, and he will have his own mode of answers.]

I wanted to talk to you first. To see how you were... [Doing? God, that makes this sound like a social visit.] ...mentally.

[Pauses, tries again:]

If I need to be concerned moving forward, since we're back in this world for a second time.