He appreciates the little things Wanda does that he knows, on some level, must be for him; the way she dresses, the way she doesn't rush him when he arrives, the way she gives him room and choice. It's appreciated, and some of that appreciation shows now, in his slow smile at taking in the look of her, and realizing there's tea for both of them.
"Wanda." He takes her hand and bows low enough to plant a kiss on the back of her hand. It's a bit more...extra than he would have been in his past life in the 1940s, but he feels he can afford to be extra now, after decades of barely having an identity.
Plus? Wanda is definitely worth all the extra he can summon up.
"You look nice." He's dressed in dark denim jeans and a soft, dark blue button-up shirt with red accents. The top button is undone, and the sleeves are short and slightly ripped at the seams on the left to allow for the metal arm.
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"Wanda." He takes her hand and bows low enough to plant a kiss on the back of her hand. It's a bit more...extra than he would have been in his past life in the 1940s, but he feels he can afford to be extra now, after decades of barely having an identity.
Plus? Wanda is definitely worth all the extra he can summon up.
"You look nice." He's dressed in dark denim jeans and a soft, dark blue button-up shirt with red accents. The top button is undone, and the sleeves are short and slightly ripped at the seams on the left to allow for the metal arm.