[he meets her eyes, and that calm, wise thing is still there. it can't touch her, not across the room, but for those few heartbeats it's more like looking at the wolf than the boy. then peter blinks and looks away, and he's just a seventeen year old kid who's got friends on two sides of a fight he doesn't agree with.]

Tell me one useful thing getting mad's going to do and I'll think about it. You've heard my opinion. It hasn't changed.

[which is the first he's ever acknowledged the conversation they had before the moon.]