He was more mentioning the scar out of unfortunate coincidence, and the new found freedom of talking about Harry without turning into a geyser every five minutes. As horrible as that sounded. He wanted to be able to remember him with some coherency. Get his act together, so he could handle what the institute dished out and mourn Harry on his own time. Not let it destroy him, basically, even if patting himself on the back for moving on seemed like some huge betrayal.
Oy vey.
It was obscenely tempting to jump all over that little statement. Ask what they said, how he'd been doing, was he hurt at the time, did he mention me, was the other Peter here. But that was ridiculous. And desperate. He'd be grasping at straws, because there was no way 'I met him once,' meant 'I had a deep connection with your friend and am truly sorry for your loss.'
The guy didn't seem like the sympathetic type in the first place. It was difficult to read him with only part of his face exposed, but he was too hard for that. Beyond pity.
Yet Peter couldn't help himself. "Really?" He hoped he didn't sound as desperate as he felt. "When did did that happen?"
All right. Death. Creepy non-death. He wasn't the only one hallucinating, then. The man was still being vague enough to drive him batty, but 'things' could definitely be taken as the sounds of their death. Or just their screams. But they'd mentioned the screaming, so that was already out there and safe to talk about, and therefore he wouldn't have to be playing all secretive about it. He would have just said that she was screaming (Who was she? Did she die in the institute? He really shouldn't pry, but he couldn't help but wonder.)
That still left out the most important detail, however. He guessed it was up to him to take the leap, since the guy was intent on being stingy.
"And that's it? Nothing...you didn't feel anything?" he ventured. His gut twisted - he resisted the urge to pat the back of his head, because he was suddenly living deja vu and could almost feel the bone cracking again. "You didn't get hurt?"
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He was more mentioning the scar out of unfortunate coincidence, and the new found freedom of talking about Harry without turning into a geyser every five minutes. As horrible as that sounded. He wanted to be able to remember him with some coherency. Get his act together, so he could handle what the institute dished out and mourn Harry on his own time. Not let it destroy him, basically, even if patting himself on the back for moving on seemed like some huge betrayal.
Oy vey.
It was obscenely tempting to jump all over that little statement. Ask what they said, how he'd been doing, was he hurt at the time, did he mention me, was the other Peter here. But that was ridiculous. And desperate. He'd be grasping at straws, because there was no way 'I met him once,' meant 'I had a deep connection with your friend and am truly sorry for your loss.'
The guy didn't seem like the sympathetic type in the first place. It was difficult to read him with only part of his face exposed, but he was too hard for that. Beyond pity.
Yet Peter couldn't help himself. "Really?" He hoped he didn't sound as desperate as he felt. "When did did that happen?"
All right. Death. Creepy non-death. He wasn't the only one hallucinating, then. The man was still being vague enough to drive him batty, but 'things' could definitely be taken as the sounds of their death. Or just their screams. But they'd mentioned the screaming, so that was already out there and safe to talk about, and therefore he wouldn't have to be playing all secretive about it. He would have just said that she was screaming (Who was she? Did she die in the institute? He really shouldn't pry, but he couldn't help but wonder.)
That still left out the most important detail, however. He guessed it was up to him to take the leap, since the guy was intent on being stingy.
"And that's it? Nothing...you didn't feel anything?" he ventured. His gut twisted - he resisted the urge to pat the back of his head, because he was suddenly living deja vu and could almost feel the bone cracking again. "You didn't get hurt?"