[ It’s probably a good idea that they leave, considering Peter is still staring, feels his throat tightening and his breath picking up. Her gentle touch startles him out of it, but it’s still a few seconds more before he manages a jerky nod.
(Later, he’ll wonder if he should... pay for the damage...
He should probably tell someone that was his fault, right? Like, shouldn’t they take it out of his paycheck or something?)
He keeps his hands to himself as he lurches to his feet, both of them twisted in his shirt, but now that he’s up, he’s not sure where to go from there. ]
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(Later, he’ll wonder if he should... pay for the damage...
He should probably tell someone that was his fault, right? Like, shouldn’t they take it out of his paycheck or something?)
He keeps his hands to himself as he lurches to his feet, both of them twisted in his shirt, but now that he’s up, he’s not sure where to go from there. ]