[eight months. wanda sees himβthe way he anxiously fidgets, can sense from him something akin to... homesickness? no, it's more than that. she thinks about how she felt about vision and the happiness in her manufactured married life; of this fledgling thing between herself and matt, and how she hates the thought of being apart by the end of the week.
her brow pinches and, despite herself, she reaches over to take a hold of his left hand. despite herself, wanda still very much feels a maternal obligation of sorts, towards this billy who isn't quite her son, but still is.]
I would like to know about him, if you don't mind talking about it.
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her brow pinches and, despite herself, she reaches over to take a hold of his left hand. despite herself, wanda still very much feels a maternal obligation of sorts, towards this billy who isn't quite her son, but still is.]
I would like to know about him, if you don't mind talking about it.