[ for a second, he asks himself that question as well. why is he so focused on it? does it really matter, in the end, who wanda wants to be with? something — swells within him, not quite protectiveness but something parallel to that, maybe. he doesn't really know how to really identify it. but he thinks of the wanda he grew up with and the day she told him she liked someone from school, and... well, maybe this is a shade of that.
it feels silly, now that he thinks about it. wanda can take care of herself. he's being presumptuous. he chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, watching the sugar gather at the bottom of the cauldron. ]
Habit, [ is what he ends up settling on by way of an explanation. ] Sorry.
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it feels silly, now that he thinks about it. wanda can take care of herself. he's being presumptuous. he chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, watching the sugar gather at the bottom of the cauldron. ]
Habit, [ is what he ends up settling on by way of an explanation. ] Sorry.