[ The tram, crowded as it is, is quiet. Weirdly so, considering the press of people, but there's little more than the low hum of conversation, of the tram in motion, and Peter nearly falls asleep, himself.
Nearly, but he shakes himself awake, every time. Straightens in his seat and pressing his hand against his side. Hard.
Pain has a hell of a way of waking a guy up.
The kid isn't faring much better, it seems, and Peter watches him critically from the corner of his eye.
When the tram rolls to a stop, he doesn't even bother to put on his usual act. Instead, he takes the offered arm, grimacing as he stands. He leans against the kid as the walk off onto the station, and when the tram whisks its next batch of passengers away, Peter frowns down at the ground for a moment. Then, ]
Listen. Pete. Why don't you go on ahead? You look like you could use some sleep.
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Nearly, but he shakes himself awake, every time. Straightens in his seat and pressing his hand against his side. Hard.
Pain has a hell of a way of waking a guy up.
The kid isn't faring much better, it seems, and Peter watches him critically from the corner of his eye.
When the tram rolls to a stop, he doesn't even bother to put on his usual act. Instead, he takes the offered arm, grimacing as he stands. He leans against the kid as the walk off onto the station, and when the tram whisks its next batch of passengers away, Peter frowns down at the ground for a moment. Then, ]
Listen. Pete. Why don't you go on ahead? You look like you could use some sleep.
[ Hey, Kettle. Did you know you're black? ]