[ It's like waking up from a dream — that period of time where you're sitting up in bed trying to remember what's real and what isn't, and already you're forgetting what you dreamed about, but you haven't quite touched full reality yet. It's like that period, only extended. Peter's been stuck there ever since unraveling himself from the others at the hotel, ever since sitting down beside Henry on the bus, gazing out in silence, wide-eyed, glazy.
Now they're walking slowly down the familiar street, the one he'd trespassed several times by now ever since waking up all bruised and broken in Deerington. Walks to and from school, the only place he ever really ventured to outside of the walls of the home he shares with Henry.
'It's weird to be back.'
He looks over at her, blinking in the sunshine. The weather feels weird, too: bright and light and free. ...A stark contrast to where they'd been for awhile, deep down under the ocean in damp darkness only ever dimly-lit at best. ]
...Yeah. [ He agrees, and his voice comes out a little hoarse, like he hasn't used it in awhile. He's still in the ridiculously fancy tuxedo he'd worn to the New Year's thing, coattails and gloves and all, and Peter feels so disconnected from himself that he almost has to laugh. Has time really stood still here for months? Or has it passed by with them? ]
Wonder if all our food rotted.
[ Light-hearted on the surface, but his voice is weighted with something. In the unknown, and he's... afraid of what they might find when they get back? After all that... it feels almost like there might not even be a house to come back to. Might not be anything. ]
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Now they're walking slowly down the familiar street, the one he'd trespassed several times by now ever since waking up all bruised and broken in Deerington. Walks to and from school, the only place he ever really ventured to outside of the walls of the home he shares with Henry.
'It's weird to be back.'
He looks over at her, blinking in the sunshine. The weather feels weird, too: bright and light and free. ...A stark contrast to where they'd been for awhile, deep down under the ocean in damp darkness only ever dimly-lit at best. ]
...Yeah. [ He agrees, and his voice comes out a little hoarse, like he hasn't used it in awhile. He's still in the ridiculously fancy tuxedo he'd worn to the New Year's thing, coattails and gloves and all, and Peter feels so disconnected from himself that he almost has to laugh. Has time really stood still here for months? Or has it passed by with them? ]
Wonder if all our food rotted.
[ Light-hearted on the surface, but his voice is weighted with something. In the unknown, and he's... afraid of what they might find when they get back? After all that... it feels almost like there might not even be a house to come back to. Might not be anything. ]