( wanda cracks a small smile at thatโthe fact that miloลก is a 'new one'. )
It's a name. Don't ask me what it means, I don't really know, but I knew a Miloลก once. He was bright. ( โpast tenseโ ) He and my brother made stupid jokes all that time. Actually funny ones, so...
( she loses a little steam as she continues, making a mention of a brother, and that seems to deflate her for a bit. wanda grapples with the ache in her chest, the incoming panic that threatens to seize her again, the kind that makes breathing difficult. sound becomes a ring in her ears. her hands lock stiffly into fists at her sides, and she leans back further onto the seat, closing her eyes for a moment, because he's asking a lot now, and even if he means well, it adds up to the right now and how much she's lostโ
i'm from albuquerque.
to her, someone who hasn't heard of that place before, it's a beautiful sound. wanda takes a breath and the world becomes a little more stable despite herself. )
I was in America before coming here. ( she shrugs her arms a touch, to make show of her prison uniform, which she is certain is an incredibly noticeable brand on herself. her time there did not go very well ) I have never been to โ Albu... Albuker-key? ( she's trying! and in trying, she offers him an answer. ) My home is Sokovia. In Europe.
( and jesse, throughout all this, has been so patient, so honest, warm. wanda isn't so cold-hearted that she isn't able to offer a little bit more of that herself, in return. )
Sorry. I โ feel a little sick. ( then quickly adds, ) Not throw-up sick. You don't have to stop driving. The breeze is nice.
i love jesse so much, he's so good!!
It's a name. Don't ask me what it means, I don't really know, but I knew a Miloลก once. He was bright. ( โpast tenseโ ) He and my brother made stupid jokes all that time. Actually funny ones, so...
( she loses a little steam as she continues, making a mention of a brother, and that seems to deflate her for a bit. wanda grapples with the ache in her chest, the incoming panic that threatens to seize her again, the kind that makes breathing difficult. sound becomes a ring in her ears. her hands lock stiffly into fists at her sides, and she leans back further onto the seat, closing her eyes for a moment, because he's asking a lot now, and even if he means well, it adds up to the right now and how much she's lostโ
i'm from albuquerque.
to her, someone who hasn't heard of that place before, it's a beautiful sound. wanda takes a breath and the world becomes a little more stable despite herself. )
I was in America before coming here. ( she shrugs her arms a touch, to make show of her prison uniform, which she is certain is an incredibly noticeable brand on herself. her time there did not go very well ) I have never been to โ Albu... Albuker-key? ( she's trying! and in trying, she offers him an answer. ) My home is Sokovia. In Europe.
( and jesse, throughout all this, has been so patient, so honest, warm. wanda isn't so cold-hearted that she isn't able to offer a little bit more of that herself, in return. )
Sorry. I โ feel a little sick. ( then quickly adds, ) Not throw-up sick. You don't have to stop driving. The breeze is nice.