Obligingly, she scooted over to give him room, swatting at his hand when he tugged on the tangle in her hair. Wanda listened, frowning, until Tony made joke about stray cats. She couldn't suppress a shudder, as she buried her face against his shoulder and fought back a wave of sickness as unwanted memories flooded her head. "Tony, you're right, but it's hard," she mumbled eventually against his shoulder once she managed to banish her horrible thoughts. He was more right than he knew about all the damaging shit she did while in her right mind. "I made some stupid mistakes that led to this and I should feel bad, so that I don't make those same mistakes again. I want to get past this. I will," she assured him of her resolve, then paused and lifted her head with a regretful glance before she went on.
This was the kind of weird magic stuff he likely didn't want to know, and maybe she just shouldn't tell him, but keeping things to herself lately had only allowed them to escalate beyond her control. "But I can't completely, not until I have my whole soul back." Given his concern, the way he'd helped, he deserved to know what was going on in case, god forbid, something like this happened again. "I know who has it. I have someone who can get it," she added, quickly. Wanda wanted to make him aware of the situation because he was her friend, but it didn't need to become his problem. It was handled, it would be fixed.