[wanda listens, expression softening as he startsβthe way he sounds, the way emotion pools out of him as he talks about his dad. there's something hard about it, but there's also very loving amidst it all, mixed with something... sad.
the things he did, he did for me.
and she remembers, how she had caught glimpses of matt studying hard when he was young, by himself, reading with his hands, wanting to make his dad so proud. it was just them, the two of them, after all.
wanda untangles one of her hands and brushes the hair over his forehead, brushing it lightly over the side. quietly, she asks,]
Do you ever wonder if he would have been proud of you?
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the things he did, he did for me.
and she remembers, how she had caught glimpses of matt studying hard when he was young, by himself, reading with his hands, wanting to make his dad so proud. it was just them, the two of them, after all.
wanda untangles one of her hands and brushes the hair over his forehead, brushing it lightly over the side. quietly, she asks,]
Do you ever wonder if he would have been proud of you?