"I'm not giving up! I just don't know what to do. This hasn't happened before and I don't understand why it's happening now and I don't know who can help me. I'm losing control," she admitted and reached out to take his hand in one of her own. She slipped her fingers in his and stared at their hands, wondering how long it had been since she'd last touched him.
"I know you can't help, but I'm telling you because I've hurt you most of all and you're most entitled to the explanation. I'm still hoping that you don't hate me. Because I need..." Wanda trailed off and focused again on their hands. Their interlaced fingers reminded her of a similar moment, staring at their hands on a dinner table. It seemed like ages ago and remembering that night brought a groan to her throat that choked in her mouth and was released as a sob. It didn't seem fair, that she might lose that, the little happiness that Tony brought her. But, she supposed, she would deserve that punishment. She hardly deserved- "I don't deserve you- y-your friendship- but I don't want to lose it."
Her mournful gaze flickered up to meet his before she leaned over and brushed her lips in a kiss over the knuckles of his hand she held and then released him. She pressed her fingertips to her eyelids then and held them against a deluge of tears and awaited her condemnation or absolution.