[ He grits his teeth, head bowing and shoulders hunching up around his ears. ]
... Sorry.
[ And he says it quietly, guiltily, because today had been – has been, is currently – weird. ]
I didn't mean to... That wasn't—
[ That wasn't me. Although it sort of had been, hadn't it? It was him getting frustrated, getting pissed, losing his fucking head. And sometimes Mom would laugh or sigh or shake her head when he came back from school with a black eye or a split lip, saying he had a temper just like his daddy.
And sometimes, in darker moments where he's alone with his thoughts, he wonders if maybe he's more like his father than Peter would like to think.
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... Sorry.
[ And he says it quietly, guiltily, because today had been – has been, is currently – weird. ]
I didn't mean to... That wasn't—
[ That wasn't me. Although it sort of had been, hadn't it? It was him getting frustrated, getting pissed, losing his fucking head. And sometimes Mom would laugh or sigh or shake her head when he came back from school with a black eye or a split lip, saying he had a temper just like his daddy.
And sometimes, in darker moments where he's alone with his thoughts, he wonders if maybe he's more like his father than Peter would like to think.
He grimaces down at the floor, finishes weakly, ]
... Sorry.