[if steve is expecting a reaction at namedropping matt, then he'll be awfully disappointedβbut maybe it's the lack of a reaction that speaks droves in her stead. wanda's actions remain muted, her expression unmoved, as she, too, strays away from the bookshelf and watches as steve turns back towards the nearby window to assess their current situation.
the fact that he speaks about matt with such levity means that he's alright. it might also mean that steve encountered him under some non-lawyer circumstances; she doubts the undead need a lawyer to tend to their rights before a burning.
so, one thing at a time:]
I don't know. [wanda watches his back, eyes fixed on the center of it. her voice is devoid of any confidence; the rules of this world are so different from the truths and the darkness the darkhold had shown her.] Cannot be something that will go without opposition. If it were something good, then I'd imagine it wouldn't be having these hidden machinations.
[or, maybe, whoever is trying to make it happen has no voice.
wanda wonders if they should start trying to climbing up through the apartments. she can make a path for them and block it off behind them. it will be tedious, but slow and steady wins the race. but, first:]
...the way you keep bringing up 'my friend' β you know about Matt.
[about his 'secret', of the things he gets up to at night, a scarf covering half his face. about her and him, too, because steve is anything but subtle. only now does wanda move her eyes to steve's face, should he turn to look at her.]
Is he alright? [she asks, despite the ache she feels. matt had said some horrible things to her, embittered and angry, and wanda wished she didn't want to seek him out. still, she cannot help but care.] He was acting strange when I saw him last.
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the fact that he speaks about matt with such levity means that he's alright. it might also mean that steve encountered him under some non-lawyer circumstances; she doubts the undead need a lawyer to tend to their rights before a burning.
so, one thing at a time:]
I don't know. [wanda watches his back, eyes fixed on the center of it. her voice is devoid of any confidence; the rules of this world are so different from the truths and the darkness the darkhold had shown her.] Cannot be something that will go without opposition. If it were something good, then I'd imagine it wouldn't be having these hidden machinations.
[or, maybe, whoever is trying to make it happen has no voice.
wanda wonders if they should start trying to climbing up through the apartments. she can make a path for them and block it off behind them. it will be tedious, but slow and steady wins the race. but, first:]
...the way you keep bringing up 'my friend' β you know about Matt.
[about his 'secret', of the things he gets up to at night, a scarf covering half his face. about her and him, too, because steve is anything but subtle. only now does wanda move her eyes to steve's face, should he turn to look at her.]
Is he alright? [she asks, despite the ache she feels. matt had said some horrible things to her, embittered and angry, and wanda wished she didn't want to seek him out. still, she cannot help but care.] He was acting strange when I saw him last.