( wanda looks down at his offered hand, the sweater that covers it just to avoid the physical contact. it's not because of her, but because of him, and something inside her caves in at the realization that he's putting on a brave face for her, that he's trying so hard to help.
it robs her of any hesitation she might have in taking hold on his hand, squeezing tightly. )
Thank you.
( though she speaks in a whisper, she holds his hand so very tightly, needing him to know that she appreciates this. that she knows they're both scared, and she appreciates, infinitely, how much he is doing for the both of them.
there is a door in the broken apartment of her childhood, just across all the destruction, so she just has to be a little brave herself, too. )
I — I can do it.
( walk through this traumatic memory, find a door out. so long as he doesn't let go of her hand. )
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it robs her of any hesitation she might have in taking hold on his hand, squeezing tightly. )
Thank you.
( though she speaks in a whisper, she holds his hand so very tightly, needing him to know that she appreciates this. that she knows they're both scared, and she appreciates, infinitely, how much he is doing for the both of them.
there is a door in the broken apartment of her childhood, just across all the destruction, so she just has to be a little brave herself, too. )
I — I can do it.
( walk through this traumatic memory, find a door out. so long as he doesn't let go of her hand. )