( Peter gives a soft little smile at that — hand reaching slowly to take the rest of the joint from the older man, watching him stand. There's a quiet laugh at the creepy tentacle remark; he'll be keeping an eye out.
...He doesn't want to say goodbye. That thing in his chest twists again, and he tries to keep smiling. It's hard to. He wants to cry a little, like a kid.
But he knows the fact that he's being given a chance to say goodbye, after all those other times he wasn't? It means everything.
So Peter stands too, and while usually he'd ask permission first, actually takes the initiative all on his own this time. His arms wrap around his teacher (friend), and he gives a warm squeeze. )
There's a lot of mushrooms around here, though. I can't promise I'm not gonna fall to temptation.
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...He doesn't want to say goodbye. That thing in his chest twists again, and he tries to keep smiling. It's hard to. He wants to cry a little, like a kid.
But he knows the fact that he's being given a chance to say goodbye, after all those other times he wasn't? It means everything.
So Peter stands too, and while usually he'd ask permission first, actually takes the initiative all on his own this time. His arms wrap around his teacher (friend), and he gives a warm squeeze. )
There's a lot of mushrooms around here, though. I can't promise I'm not gonna fall to temptation.