( it's supposed to help. billy has had time and plenty of opportunity to grieve his own losses, but it doesn't make it any easier. no one likes to lose people. you never truly get over it, even if it gets easier to pretend.
wanda's voice snaps him out of his own thoughts, head turning around to face her and--it's. wanda, even if it isn't his wanda. he's met her, before--knows her face, her voice. )
Letting go isn't easy. ( never is, thanks. he turns to look towards her lamp, eyes the writing on it but he's not quite close enough to make out what it says. billy can't tell if she--remembers meeting him or not, he knows she disappeared, but now isn't really a good time for the whole multiverse spiel, so he settles instead on: ) Who did you lose?
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wanda's voice snaps him out of his own thoughts, head turning around to face her and--it's. wanda, even if it isn't his wanda. he's met her, before--knows her face, her voice. )
Letting go isn't easy. ( never is, thanks. he turns to look towards her lamp, eyes the writing on it but he's not quite close enough to make out what it says. billy can't tell if she--remembers meeting him or not, he knows she disappeared, but now isn't really a good time for the whole multiverse spiel, so he settles instead on: ) Who did you lose?