Call and Response

PETER

"Can you ask questions about the um... the foundation? Does it stop being that then? Or... is it like the answer for all of them?" Peter is very quietly glad that she is willing to answer his questions, to explain this to him. It feels like playing with putty, every time he thought he made something concrete, the shape would changed, morphed by careless hands. Though his wrinkles to match the distaste in her voice when she talks about poetry. "I don't like poetic things." The words are simple, matter of fact. The terminal statement, he thinks to himself.

His face quirks as she pokes yet more holes in his idea. It's all too easy to watch him think, if she were so inclined, his face changing with each new thought, until he looked back up at her, a little bit excited about his words this time. "What if you said um... numbers, and... and everything, I guess, that uh, that we know, only mean something for as long as there's someone who uh... who understands that meaning?" This idea feels like one that covers the holes she's poked, though it also feels like meaning for the sake of meaning, and Peter isn't sure if that's something that works.

"I didn't know that... that that's what dreams were for." Peter admits, blinking slowly as she explains more, about not really being, not really disappearing. He does not like that one bit, and it shows in his deeply exaggerated frown. "I think, if... if thats how it works, then maybe I do want to be." He shakes his head, then asks something else, something that hasn't been quite important enough to ask yet. "If you were a um... an acorn, then... why aren't you a tree?" She wasn't human, even he could tell that, but he didn't think rock people came from acorns.

Distance, distance keeps you safe
And I don't wanna scare you away

You're laughing cause it's funny
How you're fooling everybody but me