Wanda turned to regard Tony with raised brows. Here he was, sure to scuttle off quickly. Maybe she could stop him this time. The smile on her lips was genuine, if a little sheepish, and when she met his gaze her own was deeply apologetic. She'd had plenty of time to think about how she'd reacted to him, and the others, when she'd awoken in the hospital. She'd also noticed him leave that day, and noticed the way he seemed to be avoiding her since. Already Wanda knew that there was so much she just couldn't bring herself to explain, but at the very least Tony deserved to know that what she was going through was all her and not him. Wanda couldn't bear the thought of things growing awkward and callous between them again. Her hallucination certainly didn't need to become a reality.
"Hey," she greeted him, still smiling uncertainly, and took a tentative step towards him. "This room is beautiful, your decorators did a magnificent job." If she could just get him talking about something, about anything, maybe he wouldn't run away this time.