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[unbearablynaive]

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[unbearablynaive]

I am.

[Helped in no small part by Wanda's grounding touches. It's a way to remind himself (why does he need reminding?) that he's bound to a physical form, and that it has its advantages despite being awash with discomfort at times.

They continue on in the same vein for a little while, with the Vision starting to return Wanda's caresses here and there and interspersed with kisses, but he's still too out of it to try and instigate anything more. In time, the ship's clock rolls over to the day cycle.]

Mmm. I suppose it's breakfast time, love. I could use a coffee.

[it's imitation coffee, but he doesn't really care - it's the act of getting a hot beverage.]

[seeingscarlet]

[It's a comfortable, reassuring pace and Wanda would be content to stay here just like this all morning. She treasures these softer moments, no matter how many times they're able to indulge.

She kisses him softly and calls one of her shawls from across the room. She's dressed, for once - it felt odd to wear nothing to bed while he was comatose.]

Me too. Shall we?

[And if he lets her, she'll hold his hand the whole way.]

[unbearablynaive]

Let's.

[Of course, he holds her hand until he simply can't anymore, and they have a pleasant morning before he starts to call around and let his other friends know he's up.]