[Right! Because confronting your housemate on his supernatural issues isn't fucking awkward or bizarre enough. As if her facial features realize this, Henry screws her face up, then not a moment later deals herself all in by bending down to sit on the bank (not without another cautious look around them; she doesn't belong to any helpful magic ring clubs).
If Peter's going to demonically hulk out and kill her today of all days, standing or sitting won't matter. She can put on a brave face. She's better at it than him. And she's not the one at the center of it all, so paralyzed by whatever had happened in his past that he hadn't even been able to talk about it without choking up the first night they met.]
Yeah. [She looks him over, draping her arms cross her lap. Confirmation, as clear and candid as she can make it.] I thought you were going to say something like that.
[Demon. It's so unavoidable and final coming out of his mouth that she can feel her arm hair threatening to prickle to life, but simultaneously, it's a strange relief to finally hear. Like they can finally stop after all this dancing around each other.]
I knew there was something. With the way you get, and the haunted shit. [And attacking her. That, too.] When did you figure it out?
[It wasn't from the very beginning, that much has been plain; this past year he's been just as afraid of himself as anything else, just like she had her first year of being a mutant freak.]
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[Right! Because confronting your housemate on his supernatural issues isn't fucking awkward or bizarre enough. As if her facial features realize this, Henry screws her face up, then not a moment later deals herself all in by bending down to sit on the bank (not without another cautious look around them; she doesn't belong to any helpful magic ring clubs).
If Peter's going to demonically hulk out and kill her today of all days, standing or sitting won't matter. She can put on a brave face. She's better at it than him. And she's not the one at the center of it all, so paralyzed by whatever had happened in his past that he hadn't even been able to talk about it without choking up the first night they met.]
Yeah. [She looks him over, draping her arms cross her lap. Confirmation, as clear and candid as she can make it.] I thought you were going to say something like that.
[Demon. It's so unavoidable and final coming out of his mouth that she can feel her arm hair threatening to prickle to life, but simultaneously, it's a strange relief to finally hear. Like they can finally stop after all this dancing around each other.]
I knew there was something. With the way you get, and the haunted shit. [And attacking her. That, too.] When did you figure it out?
[It wasn't from the very beginning, that much has been plain; this past year he's been just as afraid of himself as anything else, just like she had her first year of being a mutant freak.]