[ His heart lurches at their contact. Every fiber of his being had still expected rejection, ridicule, the basis of such fear steeped in both reality and perceived truth. He returns the squeeze with the sort of grip that isn't entirely certain of the situation and so holds on just a little tighter than necessary.
Loki could and would over-analyze every little detail moving forward, but he very desperately, very uncharacteristically wishes not to think at all right now. This development, this... thing happening here, between their touch, her smile, the mutual vulnerability -- it's simply overwhelming, and he is suddenly, keenly aware of how tired and mentally unequipped he is to rationally think through it.
But maybe with her, right here, right now, that's okay.
So he turns away from the tendrils of suspicion wondering what ulterior motive Wanda might have when she speaks. He doesn't try to predict where the conversation might go. He simply listens and cracks a faint smile after her question. ]
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Loki could and would over-analyze every little detail moving forward, but he very desperately, very uncharacteristically wishes not to think at all right now. This development, this... thing happening here, between their touch, her smile, the mutual vulnerability -- it's simply overwhelming, and he is suddenly, keenly aware of how tired and mentally unequipped he is to rationally think through it.
But maybe with her, right here, right now, that's okay.
So he turns away from the tendrils of suspicion wondering what ulterior motive Wanda might have when she speaks. He doesn't try to predict where the conversation might go. He simply listens and cracks a faint smile after her question. ]
You didn't seem particularly overjoyed.