[PQ] Knick Knacks and Tat

Peter isn’t really convinced by Bastiens attempt at encouragement, a fact plainly written over his features, his lips quirked down and his eyes narrowed. He tries to not let it affect him though, and bends his head again, painstakingly organizing shards of glass into some sensible shape. The careful focus he had for his task split as Loren began to speak, then the man he didn’t know, then Jigano. He was so busy listening to the others words, and working on his (alleged) art that he didn’t realize the pause was meant for him to speak up until it had extended into something awkward. ”O-Oh, um... I guess I...” As he stumbles through the words he looks down, and suddenly the unconscious thought behind his hands comes apparent. ”Where I uh.. came from, in the city there was... there were tubes of light. They glowed and buzzed and came in... they came in every colour. I wanna make something, uh... something like that I guess.” Peter shrugs, his ever present anxiety taking over again in the wake of his admittedly exited explanation. Peter Perfectly able to hold my own hand, But I still can’t kiss my own neck;