[WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU USED UP ALL THE AWESOME IN YOUR POSTS.]
It wasn't a complete one eighty, but it was better than two minutes ago. Peter's smile returned, a little more assertive than before, and he gave Brainy's shoulder a friendly pat. "I'm glad to hear it. I mean, it's okay to miss him, you shouldn't ever feel bad for that, but you have to take care of yourself too, right?"
He rose, feeling for the first time in days that he'd actually made a difference. It wasn't enough to get him all chipper again, but now there was a happy little bubble amongst all the queasiness and aches inside. Not like earlier, when he was messing around with Badou or tossing paint at that crazy lady. Those times, the feeling was fleeting. Bursting two seconds after the last chuckle. But knowing that he could still help people, even if it was just getting his roommate to snap out of his funk for a few minutes? It felt good. Like he'd finally done something right at Landel's.
His steak was not so hot out of the oven by now, but Peter wasn't going to be picky. He needed to eat. And nothing on his plate resembled...pieces, so he could dig in without fear of it coming back up again.
He settled into his desk and began to saw the meat, casting a narrow glance at Brainy's own plate. It was practically untouched. When was the last time he'd seen the other boy eat something? "You have a lot at brunch, or...?"
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It wasn't a complete one eighty, but it was better than two minutes ago. Peter's smile returned, a little more assertive than before, and he gave Brainy's shoulder a friendly pat. "I'm glad to hear it. I mean, it's okay to miss him, you shouldn't ever feel bad for that, but you have to take care of yourself too, right?"
He rose, feeling for the first time in days that he'd actually made a difference. It wasn't enough to get him all chipper again, but now there was a happy little bubble amongst all the queasiness and aches inside. Not like earlier, when he was messing around with Badou or tossing paint at that crazy lady. Those times, the feeling was fleeting. Bursting two seconds after the last chuckle. But knowing that he could still help people, even if it was just getting his roommate to snap out of his funk for a few minutes? It felt good. Like he'd finally done something right at Landel's.
His steak was not so hot out of the oven by now, but Peter wasn't going to be picky. He needed to eat. And nothing on his plate resembled...pieces, so he could dig in without fear of it coming back up again.
He settled into his desk and began to saw the meat, casting a narrow glance at Brainy's own plate. It was practically untouched. When was the last time he'd seen the other boy eat something? "You have a lot at brunch, or...?"