[ It's strange to have to remember how basic human functioning works. Peter hasn't been concerned with hunger much; it's been a mindless sort of activity since he woke up here — and he's only really eaten when he really has to. But now he's remembering what it's like to look.. forward? to eating?
He spoons some of the stew into bowls for both of them as he listens to the other boy, blinking at that. ]
I still can't believe you managed to do this with just one arm. It must have been so hard.
[ A pause. ]
And.. painful.
[ It must have been, right? To move around at all with that arm still broken up. He can still remember how the wound looked when it had been fresh. Slowly, Peter eases into a chair, wishing he knew something better to say to this kind boy, something... helpful. Dark eyes fall to the scarf, really noticing it now, and something dawns on him. ]
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He spoons some of the stew into bowls for both of them as he listens to the other boy, blinking at that. ]
I still can't believe you managed to do this with just one arm. It must have been so hard.
[ A pause. ]
And.. painful.
[ It must have been, right? To move around at all with that arm still broken up. He can still remember how the wound looked when it had been fresh. Slowly, Peter eases into a chair, wishing he knew something better to say to this kind boy, something... helpful. Dark eyes fall to the scarf, really noticing it now, and something dawns on him. ]
Did you make that, too...?