( it's good that he changed his mind about the question being the only thing he'd say on the matter. wanda's own sensibilities, the awkwardness of it all, would have had her absconding even further if he had set it as something that sounds so incredibly childish (is that what you want to be?). when he adds his own insight, his own explanation, an amount of give to the idea of her not being just a stranger to himβ
well, it causes the tight knot in her chest to give way a bit. )
Like breaking people's noses with a door?
( βthey are so past that.
but it gives wanda room to collect herself, to not feel so vulnerable in this moment, despite being all too pleased that this foraging into forcing the label of 'friend' onto another has worked out just fine.
for her part, she seems appeased with his answer. wanda leans back on her seat, shoulders relaxing, and finding reason to be soothed by the wind blowing through the windows and the smooth tunes. )
Friends forgive each other for accidents like that.
[ And hopefully that utterance of that word is more reassurance for her too. That they are in fact friends.
At one point in his life he'd balked from labelling things, particularly relationships of the romantic sort. That implied a sort of commitment, a reliance that he was in some ways, afraid of failing. Friends was easier, even if he'd thrown the word around in an attempt to ply credits from people on loan.
But he means it here. And there's nothing he's trying to gain from it either, unless you count the company on the long drive back. And that is enough for him too. Before he allows them to fall back into a comfortable silence reserved for those that there's a comfortable companionship with, he motions backwards to the seats behind them. ]
There's a blanket in the back if it gets too cold.
( friends would forgive each other for accidents like that, and it's a testament to each other and this budding dynamic between them that it has now become less of an embarrassing thing and more of an inside jokeβeven with two weeks since the incident.
(wanda is for the most part grateful that it's the nose-'breaking' that is given attention to, not so much the accidental kiss.)
by the time cassian offers a blanket in the back, wanda's hand is outside the window, streamlining shapes against the force of the wind, a quiet dance of her fingers as the world around them grows even darker, even more muted, even colder. her clothes, shorts and a thin shirt, were perfect for the heat of the day at the resort; now, a blanket would be welcome.
which is why she turns around onto her side and digs around for the blanket in the backseat, reaching for it with her fingers so that she can wrap it over herself once she's got a hold of it.
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well, it causes the tight knot in her chest to give way a bit. )
Like breaking people's noses with a door?
( βthey are so past that.
but it gives wanda room to collect herself, to not feel so vulnerable in this moment, despite being all too pleased that this foraging into forcing the label of 'friend' onto another has worked out just fine.
for her part, she seems appeased with his answer. wanda leans back on her seat, shoulders relaxing, and finding reason to be soothed by the wind blowing through the windows and the smooth tunes. )
Good.
( that's done, then! )
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Friends forgive each other for accidents like that.
[ And hopefully that utterance of that word is more reassurance for her too. That they are in fact friends.
At one point in his life he'd balked from labelling things, particularly relationships of the romantic sort. That implied a sort of commitment, a reliance that he was in some ways, afraid of failing. Friends was easier, even if he'd thrown the word around in an attempt to ply credits from people on loan.
But he means it here. And there's nothing he's trying to gain from it either, unless you count the company on the long drive back. And that is enough for him too. Before he allows them to fall back into a comfortable silence reserved for those that there's a comfortable companionship with, he motions backwards to the seats behind them. ]
There's a blanket in the back if it gets too cold.
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(wanda is for the most part grateful that it's the nose-'breaking' that is given attention to, not so much the accidental kiss.)
by the time cassian offers a blanket in the back, wanda's hand is outside the window, streamlining shapes against the force of the wind, a quiet dance of her fingers as the world around them grows even darker, even more muted, even colder. her clothes, shorts and a thin shirt, were perfect for the heat of the day at the resort; now, a blanket would be welcome.
which is why she turns around onto her side and digs around for the blanket in the backseat, reaching for it with her fingers so that she can wrap it over herself once she's got a hold of it.
in the endβ )
Thanks for stopping to offer me a ride.
( friends make things easier, right? )