Wanda doesn't reply immediately, although she doesn't frown or scowl or hide her face away. She sits astride him and looks down at him, and feels the same intense sincerity he speaks aloud within his thoughts. Thoughts are where she finds people are most truthful, and while his thoughts are intentionally strung together, his sincerity can't be manufactured in the same way.

She ducks her gaze for a moment, smiling softly to herself. She shouldn't be his favourite person, but he remains steadfast in his affection and loyalty for her. Maybe she should let herself simply accept it for once.

You're my favourite old person.

She smiles at that.

Parting her lips, she inhales deeply before she swallows. Despite appearing like she wants to say something, she stalls for a long moment. Rather than speak what's on her mind, she decides to take a page out of his book. It feels safer, even if she should say it aloud so he can hear it reverberate differently to the thoughts in his head, but this way, she can hide in plain sight.

Can we swap? I want you to touch me, but not like this.

She doesn't want to lay sprawled out on top of him and use her weight and the angle to her advantage to hide. He's accepted a part of her, perhaps the most core part of who she is, with ease… and she finds that at this moment, the fear and anxiety of him seeing all of her are outweighed by her desire to trust him completely rather than in slivers.