I'm alright, I promise, but you don't have to look if it's upsetting. I also promise I won't take it personally.
[ Still a bit of light teasing, like there's a chance he'll be seriously wounded by a lack of eye contact. (He won't.) Claude's had his own share of hallucinations lately and he's not eager to repeat them. If only. Being able to recognize Wanda as who she really is and not another face he doesn't want to see is a good thing.
It's her reaching for him and then reversing the action which makes him remember: he shouldn't touch anyone either. Somewhere, deep in the distance, there's a laugh which matches that voice that'd called to him in the dream, and Claude resists the urge to shudder. Better to not make Wanda think it's some kind of reaction to her and not what... whatever this is which dwells in them both. ]
I haven't heard about seeing death yet. It sounds- well, it sounds like the nightmares, almost. [ He's not going any deeper into that than he has to; Wanda will know what he means, he thinks. And not just the death in her dream, but also in his. ] Do you think this could be the Singularity again?
[ They've been given a puzzle where the picture isn't printed on the pieces, and while no one's asked them to solve it there's a part of Claude's mind which can never avoid wanting to jam those pieces together regardless. That's not as important as glancing over Wanda's shoulder towards what looks like a cabin, something that'll at least keep them out of the cold. ]
C'mon, let's go inside before either of us get covered in any more snow. Being out of the wind will help until we can figure out what to do.
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[ Still a bit of light teasing, like there's a chance he'll be seriously wounded by a lack of eye contact. (He won't.) Claude's had his own share of hallucinations lately and he's not eager to repeat them. If only. Being able to recognize Wanda as who she really is and not another face he doesn't want to see is a good thing.
It's her reaching for him and then reversing the action which makes him remember: he shouldn't touch anyone either. Somewhere, deep in the distance, there's a laugh which matches that voice that'd called to him in the dream, and Claude resists the urge to shudder. Better to not make Wanda think it's some kind of reaction to her and not what... whatever this is which dwells in them both. ]
I haven't heard about seeing death yet. It sounds- well, it sounds like the nightmares, almost. [ He's not going any deeper into that than he has to; Wanda will know what he means, he thinks. And not just the death in her dream, but also in his. ] Do you think this could be the Singularity again?
[ They've been given a puzzle where the picture isn't printed on the pieces, and while no one's asked them to solve it there's a part of Claude's mind which can never avoid wanting to jam those pieces together regardless. That's not as important as glancing over Wanda's shoulder towards what looks like a cabin, something that'll at least keep them out of the cold. ]
C'mon, let's go inside before either of us get covered in any more snow. Being out of the wind will help until we can figure out what to do.