[ He doesn't take it as sarcastic at all. In fact, it makes him smile a little, or the vague outline of one anyway, lips quirking just slightly. He believes whatever Luna says at face-value; that's... simply how it is. He can't explain it exactly, why he has such trust in this odd young woman's words.
Perhaps it's that he isn't capable of overanalysing anything or anyone, these days. He has to take people exactly how they come across, and she's... been gentle, and yet strong, in the exact ways Peter's needed it the most. She's saved him — twice now. She's a safe place. And he'll believe anything she says. ]
I'm not sure. She used to like do really weird things to my sister, too. I think she's just always been really.... strange.
I'll send you a picture.
[ Quickly, Peter takes a photo of one of the simple triangles the woman has drawn where it's visible from the window: like this, but in the dirt. After, he moves away from the window again, back to the sofa. ]
I think she's mad at me because I ran away with you. She's acting like.. I chose you over her? But she never even talked to me when she was... alive. I don't know why she's acting like she cares about me so much now.
[ It's frightening. But...Luna's next words have him exhaling softly as he takes them in. It's such a refreshingly simple, clear way to look at it. She's right, but Peter never would have thought about it like that for himself. ]
Thank you.
[ There's a few moments' pause as he pictures Luna there hiding from her mother as she speaks to him. ]
Do you have any earbuds with you? Or.. headphones, anything like that to listen to music with? [ He's been gathering she's not exactly from the same time as him, so he's not sure. ]
Back home, when I needed an escape but couldn't actually go anywhere, I liked to lie in bed and listen. It helps. Stops the suffocated feeling.
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Perhaps it's that he isn't capable of overanalysing anything or anyone, these days. He has to take people exactly how they come across, and she's... been gentle, and yet strong, in the exact ways Peter's needed it the most. She's saved him — twice now. She's a safe place. And he'll believe anything she says. ]
I'm not sure. She used to like do really weird things to my sister, too. I think she's just always been really.... strange.
I'll send you a picture.
[ Quickly, Peter takes a photo of one of the simple triangles the woman has drawn where it's visible from the window: like this, but in the dirt. After, he moves away from the window again, back to the sofa. ]
I think she's mad at me because I ran away with you. She's acting like.. I chose you over her?
But she never even talked to me when she was... alive. I don't know why she's acting like she cares about me so much now.
[ It's frightening. But...Luna's next words have him exhaling softly as he takes them in. It's such a refreshingly simple, clear way to look at it. She's right, but Peter never would have thought about it like that for himself. ]
Thank you.
[ There's a few moments' pause as he pictures Luna there hiding from her mother as she speaks to him. ]
Do you have any earbuds with you? Or.. headphones, anything like that to listen to music with? [ He's been gathering she's not exactly from the same time as him, so he's not sure. ]
Back home, when I needed an escape but couldn't actually go anywhere, I liked to lie in bed and listen. It helps. Stops the suffocated feeling.