[There are few people in this world who truly know how to give comfort. To Wanda's way of thinking, they're always the people who haven't experienced loss the way that she has. But Dick...Dick understands. He doesn't offer her platitudes, he doesn't give her cliches and tell her that he's sorry for her loss.
He offers his hand, which Wanda takes, offering him a small smile. The contact reminds her of the powder on her skin, the breeze up on the roof tickling her bare skin.
And when he talks about living for more than those last few moments she can't help but feel that he's right, again. She has to live for more than just their memory, that's not what they'd want. So she offers him a smile, more certain, more steady than before.]
Yes, they did. We ought to follow their example. [That said, she lets her fingers entwine with his, and leans over to rest her head on his shoulder. The view is beautiful and this moment, even with the reminder of their losses, is perfect.]
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He offers his hand, which Wanda takes, offering him a small smile. The contact reminds her of the powder on her skin, the breeze up on the roof tickling her bare skin.
And when he talks about living for more than those last few moments she can't help but feel that he's right, again. She has to live for more than just their memory, that's not what they'd want. So she offers him a smile, more certain, more steady than before.]
Yes, they did. We ought to follow their example. [That said, she lets her fingers entwine with his, and leans over to rest her head on his shoulder. The view is beautiful and this moment, even with the reminder of their losses, is perfect.]