What had Pietro playful called the two of them during an interview? 'Shut-ins,' that was it. There was a bit of truth to that. They'd never had schoolmates or friends, had never needed to get along with anyone outside of their father and a handful of his associates. Their loner status had always served them well, but Wanda was beginning to realize the limitations of it. The table that separated her from Loki seemed to stretch out before her, her imagination lengthening it as she considered how to reach him.
"I enjoyed our talk at the party," she began slowly, the finger ghosting along the rim stilling. "You're the only person I enjoyed talking to, actually." This was another truth. Her talk with Natasha had been stilted and uncomfortable as their interactions were these days. Talking with Steve had been nothing short of painful. She still flinched when she saw his number in her phone.
"Returning to Three without my brother is... well, it's unthinkable." Wanda's voice was quiet but firm, she imbued the word with total finality. "You've made a life for yourself here, outside of your District. I want to do the same." She forced herself to return Loki's gaze, screwing up her courage. "I'm hoping you can help me do that."