[ he definitely thinks he's missed something with her replay, staring down at his knee to recall the moment with the brief incident occurred, wondering if it had banged that loudly against the metal or if he'd somehow made a noise at the collision that he doesn't remember making.

but it becomes such a secondary thought compared to the rest of the present distractions, namely her, standing there in front of him with so much to draw his eyes now that he can see everything that had been so hidden in the darkness before, like when he lifts his eyes to hers again and catches the curious color at her neck.

he doesn't let his gaze linger, nor does he ask, but the sight remains put to memory. instead, he gives a gentle smile to her offer. ]

I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, Wanda, and I promise you, I'm more than alright — [ with a parted mouth, he pauses briefly, before his bottom lip curves inward, giving a gentle drag of his teeth as he considers her words from before (i'm not helpless) and his own insistence on aiding her. ] But I'd appreciate that, thank you.