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[unbearablynaive]

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She still doesn't look up. Her voice still quiet. The tears have stopped.]

A little more than a week.

[unbearablynaive]

[Ah. And that can be long enough, especially when one is worried. The Vision shifts so he's sitting on the side of his bed with his legs dangling over the side and he tugs her arm closer, inviting her to sit next to him; it will be easier to hold her in an embrace that way.]

And you're here now--have you been visiting me each day?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[He tugs on her arm, and, at first, she hesitates. But after a moment, she does get up to sit beside him. Though, there's probably a little more space between them than he would like to see. And she still isn't making eye contact with him. Wanda was still wrestling with feeling angry at having lost him at what felt like such a critical time considering what had happened to her -- dealing with her death and resurrection. Yet, she knows... it's not truly Vision's fault. So, she doesn't want to be mad at him. Yet, she is angry... and lacking a clear outlet for it at the moment was further frustrating her.]

You and Pietro. He... he fell into a coma, too. About the same time. He still hasn't woken up.

[She would have felt it if he had just now.]

[unbearablynaive]

[All right, if she doesn't want to be as close as he'd like and she still won't meet his eyes, at least she did come over and sit next to him. That's something. And Pietro had fallen asleep as well? No wonder she's upset.]

He shall, as I have. That we were both taken by it at the same time is unnecessarily cruel to you.

[His frown is directed at their hosts. Really, Atroma, there are better ways to generate drama.]

You were hurt because of me.