With no small amount of effort, Peter forced his hands down to his side. It wasn’t that he thought Rexanna wanted him to act in any particular way, something he expected from nearly everyone else he interacted with, but rather that he wanted to be seen in a different way. Like someone who wasn’t painfully aware when he did something strange. Not that shame kept his fingers from curling up to run at his sleeves, the silky soft fabric irresistible.
Before all the words are out of Rexannas mouth, Peter is shrugging, ready to say that it wasn’t a big deal. He’d just made something he thought she’d like. The idea came from her fireworks anyway. Her tone changes then, joking, and Peter has to think about what she’s said, his head angling to the side. He can’t say he’s certain what the joke is, but he wants to seem in the loop, so he smiles up towards her. ”Even. Sure.” He even manages a soft laugh, the noise uncertain.
A pet of him wonders if this is perhaps a dismissal, but It’s vague enough that he doesn’t feel bad for ignoring it.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
