Hey. Weird is relative. [Okay, it's way worse than the whole arm-getting-ripped-off thing, but. This is here. Now. Not... a memory. Even if he's still very aware of what it'd felt like. It still echoes through his head.

Not important right now. Anyway, this kind of shit hurts way worse than an arm. She moves against him, and he parks his ass right where it is, hand moving to her back. Giving it a rub. His other holding the one she reached him with.] Yeah. Not goin' anywhere, don't worry.

[He's not about to jet and leave her alone looking like a wreck. Er. Literally being surrounded by one, even. Mostly fixed, but. He hasn't missed his bed was collateral.

Something fucked up definitely happened. Wanda's not exactly the most unstable person he's met, so what was it? Another memory? But he hadn't heard of it happening to anyone again. And it's not happening now, as he holds her up, their palms together.

And he's sure she'd know, if it did happen again. Cause right now, holding her up, he -- he's been here. With Kyrie. After the forest. Holding her, making sure she was okay. Telling her she was safe, that he wouldn't let a damn thing happen to her.]

I was readin' up on those weeds. You know, the ones we massively fucked up with. [He emphasizes the we, 'cause it's funny as hell looking back.] I never really asked why they were so important, but apparently it's like, a good luck thing? Like having a lawn gnome. Supposed to keep your plants safe and your crops healthy. You think they would've picked something a little nicer for that, huh?