[ Peter has his head bowed as Laura approaches, both eyes screwed shut, and the heel of his free hand presses against the lid until he sees bursts of color. His breathing turns rough, uneven, and he's trying desperately to keep it together.
He is not going to lose it in an all but deserted grocery store. He absolutely is not.
When she touches his arm, Peter jerks away – and drops a bag of candy in the process. He curses below his breath as he crouches, scooping it up out of the puddle. He holds it by the corner of the plastic packaging, letting the milk drip off.
He looks at her, after that, eyes glassy and slightly bloodshot, and he sniffs a little before putting on a smile. Apparently he's going to just. Pretend he wasn't seconds away from openly fucking weeping in front of all these milks and yogurts. ]
Hey, Laura. [ His voice is bright, if a little brittle. ] Long time no see.
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He is not going to lose it in an all but deserted grocery store. He absolutely is not.
When she touches his arm, Peter jerks away – and drops a bag of candy in the process. He curses below his breath as he crouches, scooping it up out of the puddle. He holds it by the corner of the plastic packaging, letting the milk drip off.
He looks at her, after that, eyes glassy and slightly bloodshot, and he sniffs a little before putting on a smile. Apparently he's going to just. Pretend he wasn't seconds away from openly fucking weeping in front of all these milks and yogurts. ]
Hey, Laura. [ His voice is bright, if a little brittle. ] Long time no see.