[ That explains exactly nothing, but Peter reluctantly looks toward the big— fish thing. It's massive, and Peter is pretty sure creatures this big are usually accompanied by the descriptor "man-eating." This fish-thing, though, seems tranquil enough, and it helps that its mouth isn't lined with dozens of rows of teeth.
It just seems to be waiting, and reluctantly, Peter uses his freed hand to rest it against the whale shark's nose. Its skin is rough beneath Peter's touch, and he swallows thickly against the nervous lump in his throat. This is all surreal, and a part of him thinks he might actually be going insane, or at least that someone slipped him the good stuff, and he looks over to Death. ]
Where's he going?
[ Because even as confused (and slightly terrified, though he'll never admit it aloud) as he is, Peter's curious, in spite of it all. ]
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It just seems to be waiting, and reluctantly, Peter uses his freed hand to rest it against the whale shark's nose. Its skin is rough beneath Peter's touch, and he swallows thickly against the nervous lump in his throat. This is all surreal, and a part of him thinks he might actually be going insane, or at least that someone slipped him the good stuff, and he looks over to Death. ]
Where's he going?
[ Because even as confused (and slightly terrified, though he'll never admit it aloud) as he is, Peter's curious, in spite of it all. ]
Is there something wrong with him?