[ It's occurring to him, as he's recalling the embarrassment, the shame of the days after, that a big part of that had been the reality of having to face down how little the powder had actually changed him. How intoxicated he'd been by the moment, and how badly some part of him had wanted to tell. How badly he'd wanted to tell her. This dazzling, startling woman.

That he'd told himself it was anything but that, that he'd made her think for a second that it was anything but that- ]

...No.

Trust me, that's... pretty much the opposite of what I was trying to say. [ His fingers squeeze hers again, almost reflexive. He takes a breath. ]

I want to know you, Wanda.

[ That it's not safe, that it's not simple only makes him want it more. He looks for her gaze. ]

I want to know... more than just answers.