He wants to understand. In some sense, he thinks he does - or he wants to. It's one thing to wake up feeling different, but it's another thing entirely to wake up and be different, especially if it's something so radically different from what you were before.

"Tell me," he murmurs, wanting to know more. The wall between them feels like it's rebuilding itself with every second that passes, and he can't stand to see it go back up. Not after everything they've been through. He stops when he's standing just in front of her as he tilts his head slightly, trying to resist the urge to let his hands move up to stroke along her arms. "Talk to me, Wanda."