( wanda could react in a particular way at the comment, about the fact that she has a twin brother, and that said twin brother likes to boast the fact that he is but a few minutes older than her. instead of drawing out another panic attack, like it had, back in jesse's van, wanda manages to control her breathing even as the room feels like it's shrinking around them.

with inhales deeply — then exhales.

isn't the universe funny this way? )

I don't... think it's so much lording it over you as it is — you know, reminding you, that there's this connection between the two of you. Something no one else gets to have.

( she's had a lot of time herself to think about it, about pietro and his obsession with reminding her that he's 12 minutes older, you know. she wishes she could hear that annoying phrase again.

wanda wraps her arms around her, feeling her hands clammy, her skin cold. )

Sorry, I need to — go ...

( she barely finished her sentence, stepping away, rushed, to the outside of the store, where there's air to breathe.

suppose she still isn't a master at avoiding her panic attacks. )