[every day he says, a vulnerability that feels almost empty with wistfulness and expectations. wanda can literally see his thoughts wander away as he puts more thought into the question.

she herself doesn't have the answer for him.

with each time they talk, with every little extra piece of their lives that they share, insecurities come to the surface, these pesky little weaknesses of the heart.

wanda kisses his cheek and caresses the back of his head with her hands, not minding if he leans into her for a little bit now.]

—I miss my parents every day. Sometimes... it's easy to think they would be, they have to be proud, right? But then I remember all I've done, and... I don't think they would be.

[she presses her head against his, gentle.]

You're a good man, Matt.