( it's funny how he phrases it, like it's her fault the door 'met her face'. wanda pouts petulantly, grabbing at the swab, and rubbing her hands with it to clean up the blood that had started to dry there.
she glances down at his hands, at the one he had used to help her stand, and dabs the swabs there, too, to help him clear up the blood. it doesn't matter to her that it stops him from continuing what he's doing. )
—I couldn't see. ( obviously; she sets the swab down once it's dried. ) You didn't have to open the door so suddenly.
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( it's funny how he phrases it, like it's her fault the door 'met her face'. wanda pouts petulantly, grabbing at the swab, and rubbing her hands with it to clean up the blood that had started to dry there.
she glances down at his hands, at the one he had used to help her stand, and dabs the swabs there, too, to help him clear up the blood. it doesn't matter to her that it stops him from continuing what he's doing. )
—I couldn't see. ( obviously; she sets the swab down once it's dried. ) You didn't have to open the door so suddenly.