[Lovers. Yes, that's a part of it, even if he only barely grasps what all it might entail. And when the heady mix of contentment and desire for more (contradictory though it may be) surges in him, as now, he hears the ring of truth in her statement that their souls belong together.

How does he even have one? If it's as new as he is, how can they be matched so well? And if it's not--how did it come to be part of him? These are questions, he suspects, for another time. They're important, but not nearly as important as holding Wanda in his arms and feeling the light caress of her touch across his enchanted skin.

He responds first with a kiss, slow and still awkward but with real passion behind it.]

Is that what this feeling is? A belonging that can go so deep?

[Not just simple acceptance, which he'd latched onto since the beginning. And not just the still-awakening feeling of love, sweeter than the honey at breakfast and so much more filling. Something greater, strong enough to wash away the new hurts in him and the old pain inside her.]

If that is so, I want it to continue. I didn't know I wanted this, and yet here we are.