[ His heart flutters at her affections. Suddenly, Loki finds himself almost shy, hoping that she does not feel his reaction, conventionally or otherwise. It doesn't quite reach his face, so that he appears no less pleasantly drowsy when she finally opens her eyes, but it hits him again -- another soft wave of warmth to see this, have this. ]
Good morning, [ he replies, his smile as tender as his touch upon her face. ] Slept well?
[ The question of her status is, for once in a long, long time, entirely innocuous. There is no underlying suspicion, no resentment, no partially formed retort. For the first time in decades, he had slept with a nothing that offered more than anything it ever had -- a comforting weight to settle the thoughts and feelings ever churning beneath the surface. His acceptance of Wanda's love had been the cause; even Loki cannot deny that fact. ]
no worries
Good morning, [ he replies, his smile as tender as his touch upon her face. ] Slept well?
[ The question of her status is, for once in a long, long time, entirely innocuous. There is no underlying suspicion, no resentment, no partially formed retort. For the first time in decades, he had slept with a nothing that offered more than anything it ever had -- a comforting weight to settle the thoughts and feelings ever churning beneath the surface. His acceptance of Wanda's love had been the cause; even Loki cannot deny that fact. ]