[And she's just going to look way too fucking smug as she eats that apple.
She looks like she might actually start clucking at him to mock him at any moment, but luckily she has some professionalism where the clininc is concerned.
[She reads the message when her tablet pings, but sets it down without responding. Talking to people isn't really something she feels capable of right now, but eventually the guilt wins out over the avoidance.
which is why about twenty-five minutes later there's a knock on the door to jesse's room, which is the last place peter can think of to look for her once her room, the clinic, the cafeteria and the observatory have all come up empty.
downside: company. potential upside: company brought snacks.]
[She's curled up on Lisbeth's bed with her laptop when the knock comes, thinks about ignoring it at first, but on the heels of her reply to Peter, she can guess who it is.]
It's open.
[She eases herself up to sit, turning off the movie she was watching and rubbing at her eyes. She knows she doesn't look great, dressed in tights and a shirt she stole from Jesse, with dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a messy braid.
[peter opens the door when he hears her call, shuts it quietly behind him, and comes to sit down on the bed like he's been invited.]
You are not an easy girl to find.
[as though he's not well aware that was probably on purpose. he's brought his bag with him, which he sets on his lap and unpacks in the space between them. water bottle, banana, apple, half-eaten jar of peanut butter, two chocolate bars, and a very carefully re-wrapped two-thirds of a candy-cane, one end obviously snapped off to preserve the part that hadn't been sucked on. let no one call peter rumancek wasteful.]
Peace offering. Pick your poison.
[which is all the admission she's going to get that he knows she didn't ask for company.]
[She curls her knees up to her chest, in part to make room for him, but it's also a little protective, and there's something wary in the way she watches him.
It's not fair, and she knows that, but all she can think about is that calming aura of his and whether that's all that far from the nothing that Max put in her head.
[it takes peter a moment to put it together, because he doesn't think of himself as having powers. when it clicks, he stands up and moves to the other side of the room, sits on the floor with his back to the wall, knees up and arms folded across them. his aura doesn't extend very far beyond the reach of his arms, that's more than far enough away. most of the distance is just to reassure her.]
Sorry. I don't know how to...not. Most of the time I don't even remember it's a thing.
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