[there is something familiar about the way he acts, about the way he hesitates and stops, all to warily question her intent and words. he has not pulled away though, seeming to care enough for the spiders that he isn't about to ignore them over his own concerns over it.]
You said they were something from your childhood.
[something he really cherished. wanda can't exactly remember what he told her himself and what she was able to gleam from his mind. a young boy in a big, old house, with too many dark corners, and a space under the flooring, dust particles visible with the sunlight pushing through the window.
there was a loneliness there, too, like this child knew he was too different to belong with his family and those around him.
but not when it came to the spiders.]
I thought it'd help you get started. [in his... collecting, or whatever.] Familiarity can make it easier to adjust here.
[that's what wanda says, but part of her feels something deeper about him, something she can't exactly place.]
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You said they were something from your childhood.
[something he really cherished. wanda can't exactly remember what he told her himself and what she was able to gleam from his mind. a young boy in a big, old house, with too many dark corners, and a space under the flooring, dust particles visible with the sunlight pushing through the window.
there was a loneliness there, too, like this child knew he was too different to belong with his family and those around him.
but not when it came to the spiders.]
I thought it'd help you get started. [in his... collecting, or whatever.] Familiarity can make it easier to adjust here.
[that's what wanda says, but part of her feels something deeper about him, something she can't exactly place.]