( He flinches slightly when he hears the door open. Despite everything, it's stayed unlocked. It's stayed accessible to Falco, and Peter... isn't running away from him. He's still just sitting there unmoving, and he doesn't look up — but he hasn't tried to shut the younger teen out.
Still, it's impossible to look up at him. To meet that sweet gaze with his own. Peter's staring down at the floor, mouth parted to release soft, wet breaths. But after a long moment of silence, he does actually speak up. The word feels surreal for how casual it is— )
Hey.
( —but his voice is strange, nasally from crying, wet around the edges. He sounds five years old. He wishes he were. Wishes he were much smaller and could slip under his covers and hide away from everything. Wishes he wasn't here at all. But some quiet dose of shame comes creeping in, and Peter's sniffling. )
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Still, it's impossible to look up at him. To meet that sweet gaze with his own. Peter's staring down at the floor, mouth parted to release soft, wet breaths. But after a long moment of silence, he does actually speak up. The word feels surreal for how casual it is— )
Hey.
( —but his voice is strange, nasally from crying, wet around the edges. He sounds five years old. He wishes he were. Wishes he were much smaller and could slip under his covers and hide away from everything. Wishes he wasn't here at all. But some quiet dose of shame comes creeping in, and Peter's sniffling. )
I didn't want you to— see me like this.