[As Wanda leads him through the house, Wilhelm's eyes wander over the decorations filling shelves and walls, the patterns on the rugs. He likes the coziness, the kind that makes it hard to leave and easy to come back. It feels like a home, although it's nothing like his.]
Yeah, I was. I'd have to wait a few more years, though. [He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.] Well, one more year now.
[Except, that life is gone, and he's pretty sure it's not coming back. Rather, he will never go back to it. That realization still has the power to dizzy him when it seizes hold. Re-focusing on Wanda, he pulls together a little smile.]
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Yeah, I was. I'd have to wait a few more years, though. [He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.] Well, one more year now.
[Except, that life is gone, and he's pretty sure it's not coming back. Rather, he will never go back to it. That realization still has the power to dizzy him when it seizes hold. Re-focusing on Wanda, he pulls together a little smile.]
Tea's fine.