( wanda is so very appreciative of him, how he allows himself to be an anchor for her grief and the pain she feels. he doesn't have to do any of this, and yet he does. they sit in the silence, interrupted now and then by bursts of music from the radio, the static disappearing the closer they get to the city.
she lets the words settle over her like a warm blanketβyou're not a problem. wanda has felt like nothing but a problem, since pietro died, perhaps even before then. so, it's nice to hear; it helps. it's not a truth to herself, yet, but it does help.
when the comforting rumbling of the jeep stops, wanda stirs awake. when did she fall asleep? she glances about, her hand no longer in his. in her sleep, she must have pulled awake. despite feeling a little disoriented, wanda feels infinitely more herself, now that she's rested some. the city surrounds them, bright colors and lights, loud noises, the sound of a sleepless place. wanda unbuckles her seatbelt and follows the noise at the back of the jeep, of amos bringing her bike down. her face is still puffy from tears, and she's feeling a little... soft, vulnerable, but being around him makes her feel a little less of all that. )
Thank you, Amos.
( he didn't have to do all this for her.
uhm β she glances across the street, at a motel, few signs of 'vacancies' and other amenities available hanging from its side, including parking at the back. wanda points lamely at it. )
...I think I'll bring the bike over there. Get a room for the night.
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she lets the words settle over her like a warm blanketβyou're not a problem. wanda has felt like nothing but a problem, since pietro died, perhaps even before then. so, it's nice to hear; it helps. it's not a truth to herself, yet, but it does help.
when the comforting rumbling of the jeep stops, wanda stirs awake. when did she fall asleep? she glances about, her hand no longer in his. in her sleep, she must have pulled awake. despite feeling a little disoriented, wanda feels infinitely more herself, now that she's rested some. the city surrounds them, bright colors and lights, loud noises, the sound of a sleepless place. wanda unbuckles her seatbelt and follows the noise at the back of the jeep, of amos bringing her bike down. her face is still puffy from tears, and she's feeling a little... soft, vulnerable, but being around him makes her feel a little less of all that. )
Thank you, Amos.
( he didn't have to do all this for her.
uhm β she glances across the street, at a motel, few signs of 'vacancies' and other amenities available hanging from its side, including parking at the back. wanda points lamely at it. )
...I think I'll bring the bike over there. Get a room for the night.