[he laughs, and wanda smilesβthe flow of the sound thrumming on his skin, from his chest. if she could keep that feeling with her, perhaps she could properly find a way to dull many of the sharp thorns that hold her hostage to her grief.
and it's funny, too, how she takes note of his thoughts so starklyβthe image of his father, clad in his ring robe to head to another match. the cheering, loud, the emotion, excitement.
wanda pulls back, her hands on his arms, and reaches to remove his hands from around her, holding to them on her lap.]
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and it's funny, too, how she takes note of his thoughts so starklyβthe image of his father, clad in his ring robe to head to another match. the cheering, loud, the emotion, excitement.
wanda pulls back, her hands on his arms, and reaches to remove his hands from around her, holding to them on her lap.]
Tell me about your dad.