[ It's a wholly new thing, having a best friend. She's never had one of those before. But that's what she thinks of him, that's what she's sure it's like to have best friend. She's never been as close to a person her own age as what she has with Peter.
She has friends now, of course she does, but this is... different. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville are good friends, but her relationships with them are much different. She'll fight alongside them, cares for them deeply, but she's... never been affectionate with them like Peter. And then here in Deerington, she has people like Alice, Fern, Ruby or Diarmuid. Friends and good friends, she thinks. But again, it's not what she has with Peter.
Maybe that's how he's different, how it marks him as her best friend. It's something special, important. And even if she can't say how she's going to react, to whatever it is he's going to tell her about himself — part of her hopes it isn't something that'll make her change how she sees him.
She cares too much about him. She doesn't want to lose him, not now. Not when there's maybe something more to what they are — some curious and fascinating and exciting thing. Something good, that she thinks they deserve in all of this, that they can quietly work on, work towards in their own time. She's long been filled with lonely aches — she wants the feel of this instead. ]
me: gets popcorn tbh but also S A M E
[ It's a wholly new thing, having a best friend. She's never had one of those before. But that's what she thinks of him, that's what she's sure it's like to have best friend. She's never been as close to a person her own age as what she has with Peter.
She has friends now, of course she does, but this is... different. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville are good friends, but her relationships with them are much different. She'll fight alongside them, cares for them deeply, but she's... never been affectionate with them like Peter. And then here in Deerington, she has people like Alice, Fern, Ruby or Diarmuid. Friends and good friends, she thinks. But again, it's not what she has with Peter.
Maybe that's how he's different, how it marks him as her best friend. It's something special, important. And even if she can't say how she's going to react, to whatever it is he's going to tell her about himself — part of her hopes it isn't something that'll make her change how she sees him.
She cares too much about him. She doesn't want to lose him, not now. Not when there's maybe something more to what they are — some curious and fascinating and exciting thing. Something good, that she thinks they deserve in all of this, that they can quietly work on, work towards in their own time. She's long been filled with lonely aches — she wants the feel of this instead. ]
Alright.
I'll be here for you. Whenever you're ready.
I promise.