[ The door creeks open, and Peter pulls his hands away from his face. Even in the dim light, his uncertainty shows on his face, something lost and confused and wounded, before he tries to hide it away under his usual masks. ]
Where else was I gonna go?
[ It's supposed to be a joke, but there's a brittle, bitter edge in his voice. He should feel guilty for that, too, but does he even have it in him to feel more guilt?
Probably, if he's honest, but that doesn't mean he wants to.
He licks his lips, glancing up at her nervously. ]
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Where else was I gonna go?
[ It's supposed to be a joke, but there's a brittle, bitter edge in his voice. He should feel guilty for that, too, but does he even have it in him to feel more guilt?
Probably, if he's honest, but that doesn't mean he wants to.
He licks his lips, glancing up at her nervously. ]
Didn't mean to wake you.