( she hears him, says what he needs to — about how long it's been, and wanda can't help but scoffs, thinking that he's joking. the usual clint grin and laugh isn't there, though, which brings wanda down from building up into laughing in tandem with him.
quietly, she does the maths in her head, thinks of yom crook and his brief explanation about fluxdrifts. tries to — consider what it all means, what potentiality for the absurd there is, like people from the same world, but different timespaces, to be here, together.
despite what clint would prefer, wanda does draw her hands away, hugging her arms to her middle; a defensive action, one she'd always do when she is feeling uncertain, worried, or scared. still, she doesn't step away, leaning only slightly against the side of the table with the register.
she swallows — changes the topic, but not by much. )
no subject
quietly, she does the maths in her head, thinks of yom crook and his brief explanation about fluxdrifts. tries to — consider what it all means, what potentiality for the absurd there is, like people from the same world, but different timespaces, to be here, together.
despite what clint would prefer, wanda does draw her hands away, hugging her arms to her middle; a defensive action, one she'd always do when she is feeling uncertain, worried, or scared. still, she doesn't step away, leaning only slightly against the side of the table with the register.
she swallows — changes the topic, but not by much. )
Is it just us?