[ His room is much more utilitarian than hers. She wonders if that is just his style or if he just hasn't found the style he wants yet. Wanda had struggled with it too, at first, pulling apart the seams of who she wanted to be without Sokovia, without Pietro. Now, the space she calls her own is cluttered but full of bright and pretty things. She loves it. And one day she hopes he will find something like that.
For now the salt and the limes go flying their way to his desk, Wanda's gaze open and curious but not too piercing as she steps inside. ]
... please ignore ... everything ... i am sorry.
For now the salt and the limes go flying their way to his desk, Wanda's gaze open and curious but not too piercing as she steps inside. ]
Thank you for agreeing to keep me company.