PETER
”Did you?” Pet wracks his mind, tries to remember if this is a fact he knows, but things from before are still hazy, and all that comes to mind is a pair of guns, no memory of bows, neither physically or mentioned. ”Was he... was he any good?” Curious despite himself, despite the wall of aloofness he tried to maintain. Adam was his Achilles heel.
”Oh.” He hadn’t known there was a word for that, he thinks privately, before repeating it out loud. ”I didn’t know there was a, uh, a word for that.” He hadn’t known Sunjata’s sister had had a child either, at least... he didn’t think he had. It’s something that sounds easier to believe the longer he thinks absout it though. ”Is it... nice?” He doesn’t know how else to voice the question he wants, about family, about being close.
Something pricks at his ear, more deliberate than the random noise of the jungle, prompting a deeper stillness in his body as Peter cocks his head, tries to get a better listen.
”Oh.” He hadn’t known there was a word for that, he thinks privately, before repeating it out loud. ”I didn’t know there was a, uh, a word for that.” He hadn’t known Sunjata’s sister had had a child either, at least... he didn’t think he had. It’s something that sounds easier to believe the longer he thinks absout it though. ”Is it... nice?” He doesn’t know how else to voice the question he wants, about family, about being close.
Something pricks at his ear, more deliberate than the random noise of the jungle, prompting a deeper stillness in his body as Peter cocks his head, tries to get a better listen.
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
