With a pinched expression, Wanda shakes her head. "No, no… I fucked it up. I did." She grits her teeth and tenses her jaw, glancing away for a moment in shame. If he was her, she wouldn't forgive her for what she did. After everything he's gone through with being controlled, the last thing she ever wanted to do was control him.

Her eyes water and despite the racing of her heart, she inhales deeply to try and centre herself. Her nerves are frayed from his ministrations and from her having extended her mind across the street and her bed. But she forces herself to stay present.

She sits up properly but doesn't tuck a leg beneath her for fear that he'll misread that, too. Instead, her grip on the bedsheets tightens until her knuckles grow red with anger at herself. "You did nothing wrong," she says imploringly, staring down at him. "I took it too far. I'm sorry." As her voice wavers and grows wet, her accent thickens, "I'm really, really sorry."