[matt hesitates and wanda glances up in time to see him gesture for her hand. sitting up a little, she lets him put her hand on his head, just over his brow. it's so reminiscentโthisโof when vision would want her to have a read on the stone that made him who he was.
and then, when matt closes his eyes, looks at ease, she uses her telepathy to read through his thoughtsโthe images that spin from his memory.
wanda sees the world a lot in the same way as he does, but there are instances of clarity, like an outsider's view; perhaps a mix of imagination and truth? no matter, for he is showing her something specific, for a reason, maybe. a suit of leather, red, and his face covered in a mask with the horns she assumes give him the 'devil boy' name.
her fingers linger for a moment before she brings her hand down to press against his cheek.]
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and then, when matt closes his eyes, looks at ease, she uses her telepathy to read through his thoughtsโthe images that spin from his memory.
wanda sees the world a lot in the same way as he does, but there are instances of clarity, like an outsider's view; perhaps a mix of imagination and truth? no matter, for he is showing her something specific, for a reason, maybe. a suit of leather, red, and his face covered in a mask with the horns she assumes give him the 'devil boy' name.
her fingers linger for a moment before she brings her hand down to press against his cheek.]
That's a suit, Matt.