PETER
Silence is not usually an uncomfortable thing for Peter, but this one proves to be different, much in the same way most things have since he came back. This, at least, he can work on. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, back and forth, and tries to offer a thin smile, his face pulling tight into something accidentally but unmistakably a grimace. ”How do you... how do you know Adam?” It would be good information to have, would add weight to the conversation later that night, the what did you get up to today babe?
Even if he is awkward and uncomfortable speaking, Pet manages to be relatively normal, if extremely passive, with his handshake. He even waits to pull away until the other does, his hands folding neatly behind his back. Bright blue eyes pert up at Melita curiously, awaiting either confirmation or denial, and ending up with more han he expected. Confirmation, yes, and with more than he expected, though the extra knowledge does nothing in his hands.
”I see.” Peter offers simply, easily to her claim to family. He even manages to hold his face in that neutral place for a breath, two, before his brows pull together and looks up at the honeybee girl almost apologetically. ”What um... what’s a niece?” Family is not exactly something he’d had, anything beyond siblings or parents a strange and nebulous tangle.
Even if he is awkward and uncomfortable speaking, Pet manages to be relatively normal, if extremely passive, with his handshake. He even waits to pull away until the other does, his hands folding neatly behind his back. Bright blue eyes pert up at Melita curiously, awaiting either confirmation or denial, and ending up with more han he expected. Confirmation, yes, and with more than he expected, though the extra knowledge does nothing in his hands.
”I see.” Peter offers simply, easily to her claim to family. He even manages to hold his face in that neutral place for a breath, two, before his brows pull together and looks up at the honeybee girl almost apologetically. ”What um... what’s a niece?” Family is not exactly something he’d had, anything beyond siblings or parents a strange and nebulous tangle.
I’m sorry lover, I’m sorry I bring you down
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
