But it would be good for you to learn considering how much we rely on our vehicles. There are other people here that know more than me that you could learn from.
( maybe she'll find that she's really good at fixing mechanical things, who knows. what's most important to wanda right now is being able to spend time with him.
it feels like it's been a long time since, and, for some reason, the feeling almost hurts. )
[ Unfortunately for Wanda, Cassian is still somewhat oblivious to the notion that anything is the matter or that anything has changed. After everything they'd been through he'd simply assumed that she wanted some space and he wasn't the pushy sort.
And then, well. He'd also gone and blown up a warehouse. ]
if i said i wanted space i would have said so why would i want space from you ?
( he's always bailing her out of #situations (walking back from the resort, the rave, the maelstrom of feelings—), so it's not like he's been a negative fixture in her life here in diadem.
rather, she thinks as her hold on her phone tightens, he might consider her burdensome instead. )
[ Her question is one that he can't being to answer - mostly because he doesn't have an answer to it. There's a stretch of silence as he stares at his phone trying to come up with some kind of explanation for his flighty tendencies. ]
I ran into other people who wanted that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed.
[ It certainly feels a little like one. And he's not entirely sure how he feels about that. Cassian and interrogations typically didn't mix well regardless of who was doing the interrogating. Not because he couldn't withstand the pressure but because he didn't like feeling like his back was up against a wall.
Which makes this all the more uncomfortable. And what makes his text message apology seem disingenuous to him. Whatever pebble she'd tossed into the metaphorical pond is doing its job; several emotions begin to bubble in his chest as he stares at her text, brow furrowing even more at the wording of it. Is this still about what he'd done? ]
We're friends. But wanting space after something like that and getting rid of me aren't the same thing. You know that, right?
( maybe she's thinking in extremes; it's either one thing or the other, isn't it? when he points it out, it makes sense—of course she knows that. but it's a bad habit that she's clung to for this long.
the confirmation that they're friends (look at how far they've come) makes her tense shoulders relax for a moment, as she finds the words to answer to him. )
i'm used to people not wanting to be around me anymore because of the things i can do. it scares them.
( this being something she had told him before, when she first shared with him about part of her powers— )
i was worried. that you felt like that , too i also shouldn't have assumed
( when she reads that he admits that he had been scared, wanda feels like she wants to throw up. it's the normal, expected reaction, but reading it makes her feel that so much is out of her control.
that nauseating feeling turns into worry when he says that something else happened, and though relief should flood her over it having nothing to do with her, it's still—
[ He could have lied to her. Told her that he hadn't been afraid of the strangeness of it all. It would be easy over text. But there's no point in trying to hide something from someone who can read feelings. And frankly, he doesn't have a desire to lie. Not to her. ]
( ultimately, wanda now realizes, that she can trust whatever cassian tells her. if there's one thing about him that holds steadfast since she's met him, it's that he wouldn't lie to her.
whyever that may be... )
say hi to amos if you see him. i'll wait for you at your motel if you let me know when you'll be back
[ There's no shortage of work to be done at the Scrapyard that will keep his mind occupied and away from whatever awaits him upon his return. To give him some credit he does a mostly okay job keeping his mind off things.
But that's a substantially more difficult thing to do when he's driving back and has little else to do but think. But he makes it back to the city in good time, pulling up in front of the motel to see her waiting.
He's certainly not dressed to impress; his clothes are stained with oil and he's in need of shave and a shower. But at least he doesn't smell. ]
( when cassian messages her that he's heading back to panorama, wanda sends him an ok as a reply, calculates the time it takes to drive from there to the city, and is comfortably waiting only about 20 minutes at the bottom step of the motel's stairs.
unlike cassian, idleness knits her mind into threads of thoughts that form ideas that form into entire scenarios; she wonders what else happened to cassian, wonders how it makes her feel to know that she feels so comfortable with him, and practices what she might say upon seeing him again.
well, it's not really a greeting, when he asks if she's been waiting long. wanda stands up, her hands holding up the weight of a small cardboard box. )
Maybe 10 minutes.
( or double that, but—
she looks down at the box, then back at him, and offers it to him. )
Sandwiches. In case you're hungry.
( they hadn't figured out the logistics of how he would teach her these things she's asked of him, so wanda isn't sure if he'd like to go to his room first after driving for so long. )
[ There's some level of relief knowing that he hadn't kept her waiting that long. Over the years he had developed a nasty habit of being late or simply never showing up sometimes - not because he intentionally meant to but because life seemed to perpetually throw him into situations beyond his control. This place included.
Lamenting about situations and how he seems to be a magnet for them however is neither here nor there.
The offered box is met with the slightest lift of his lips in appreciation. ]
Thank you.
[ But he puts them aside for the time being, or rather, holds onto the box, making no move to open them just yet. ]
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yeah , i can look after it.
i don't like thinking it might power off without you there
( she loves C4T okay )
are you going to go to the scrapyard a lot now ?
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[ He's a good droid owner okay!! ]
Yes.
Is that a problem?
[ That and he wanted to lay low for a little. Getting out of the city and a sudden need of bodies at the Scrapyard felt like a no-brainer. ]
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( but... also...... )
maybe i can go with you next time
hands on learning and all that
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[ He's teasing, obviously. ]
But it would be good for you to learn considering how much we rely on our vehicles.
There are other people here that know more than me that you could learn from.
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( unless you count being a disaster as a career path. )
i want to learn from you first.
( she'll put her foot down on this. )
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[ But for what it's worth neither does. ]
Okay. Tomorrow, then.
I'll come to you.
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it feels like it's been a long time since, and, for some reason, the feeling almost hurts. )
okay. sounds good
you're busy right now ?
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And then, well. He'd also gone and blown up a warehouse. ]
I'm on break.
Did you want to talk?
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yes. unless you didn't want to talk to me
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Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?
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2/2
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I'm not. I wasn't.
I thought you might want space after what happened.
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why would i want space from you ?
( he's always bailing her out of #situations (walking back from the resort, the rave, the maelstrom of feelings—), so it's not like he's been a negative fixture in her life here in diadem.
rather, she thinks as her hold on her phone tightens, he might consider her burdensome instead. )
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I ran into other people who wanted that.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed.
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we're friends , right ?
i like being around you. so don't think i want to get rid of you
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Which makes this all the more uncomfortable. And what makes his text message apology seem disingenuous to him. Whatever pebble she'd tossed into the metaphorical pond is doing its job; several emotions begin to bubble in his chest as he stares at her text, brow furrowing even more at the wording of it. Is this still about what he'd done? ]
We're friends.
But wanting space after something like that and getting rid of me aren't the same thing.
You know that, right?
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the confirmation that they're friends (look at how far they've come) makes her tense shoulders relax for a moment, as she finds the words to answer to him. )
i'm used to people not wanting to be around me anymore because of the things i can do. it scares them.
( this being something she had told him before, when she first shared with him about part of her powers— )
i was worried. that you felt like that , too
i also shouldn't have assumed
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[ Subconsciously his hand goes to his chest where Logan had stabbed him and where gold had knitted itself into its skin. ]
Something else happened. After the meteor shower.
[ A couple of somethings actually. ]
I also needed to get away. But that didn't have anything to do with you.
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that nauseating feeling turns into worry when he says that something else happened, and though relief should flood her over it having nothing to do with her, it's still—
she wishes she understood him better. )
would you tell me about it some time ?
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Tomorrow when I'm there
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( ultimately, wanda now realizes, that she can trust whatever cassian tells her. if there's one thing about him that holds steadfast since she's met him, it's that he wouldn't lie to her.
whyever that may be... )
say hi to amos if you see him.
i'll wait for you at your motel if you let me know when you'll be back
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I'll see you then.
[ There's no shortage of work to be done at the Scrapyard that will keep his mind occupied and away from whatever awaits him upon his return. To give him some credit he does a mostly okay job keeping his mind off things.
But that's a substantially more difficult thing to do when he's driving back and has little else to do but think. But he makes it back to the city in good time, pulling up in front of the motel to see her waiting.
He's certainly not dressed to impress; his clothes are stained with oil and he's in need of shave and a shower. But at least he doesn't smell. ]
Were you waiting long?
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unlike cassian, idleness knits her mind into threads of thoughts that form ideas that form into entire scenarios; she wonders what else happened to cassian, wonders how it makes her feel to know that she feels so comfortable with him, and practices what she might say upon seeing him again.
well, it's not really a greeting, when he asks if she's been waiting long. wanda stands up, her hands holding up the weight of a small cardboard box. )
Maybe 10 minutes.
( or double that, but—
she looks down at the box, then back at him, and offers it to him. )
Sandwiches. In case you're hungry.
( they hadn't figured out the logistics of how he would teach her these things she's asked of him, so wanda isn't sure if he'd like to go to his room first after driving for so long. )
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Lamenting about situations and how he seems to be a magnet for them however is neither here nor there.
The offered box is met with the slightest lift of his lips in appreciation. ]
Thank you.
[ But he puts them aside for the time being, or rather, holds onto the box, making no move to open them just yet. ]
Would you rather do the lesson now?
[ Maybe she has places to be or plans. ]
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wrap soon?
WRAP NOW!!!!