Oh, he heard that sniff. The corner of his mouth twitched and Peter resisted a smile. It always felt like something of a triumph when he got someone with a perpetual stone-face to break the deadpan. Even better when it was a girl - a lot of them dismissed anything guys said completely in the off chance they were making a pass at them. Which was ever so depressing when you weren't trying to pick them up in the first place. Sometimes you just wanted to make a joke, geez.
The introduction derailed that train of thought. Peter squinted at her, brows neatly furrowed as he tried to place the name. He didn't recognize her by face, but the name...and it wasn't that silly niggling familiarity that came with catching someone from a movie or an old book he used to read.
"We talked on the board," he said abruptly, the realization a surprise even to him. He searched her eyes for some sign of recognition. "You're the one who asked about...timelines. Existing in two places at once. Right?"
While he didn't remember the exchange in its entirety, he did remember spilling a few very important beans. Namely, the fiction theory. If you didn't count him and Indy constantly skirting around the subject and the first time his fourth wall had gotten bulldozed (thank you, Sangamon), it was the first time he'd purposefully brought it up with anyone. Sure, she had asked. And though it was hard to tell from written notes alone, she hadn't seemed all that phased. That didn't stop the sudden tightness in his gut.
He had been avoiding Sangamon for a reason, after all. Philosophy had never been his strong suit, so being pummeled with that kind of existential quandary was a bite more than he could chew. Mostly Peter had been pushing it to the back of his mind and playing innocent. Pretending like he wasn't trying to slot actors into their roles and staring at cartoons sprung to life. Such a shame that this time he had already let his big mouth loose before thinking twice.
Seriously, he needed to look into getting his voice box removed. Life would be so much simpler.
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The introduction derailed that train of thought. Peter squinted at her, brows neatly furrowed as he tried to place the name. He didn't recognize her by face, but the name...and it wasn't that silly niggling familiarity that came with catching someone from a movie or an old book he used to read.
"We talked on the board," he said abruptly, the realization a surprise even to him. He searched her eyes for some sign of recognition. "You're the one who asked about...timelines. Existing in two places at once. Right?"
While he didn't remember the exchange in its entirety, he did remember spilling a few very important beans. Namely, the fiction theory. If you didn't count him and Indy constantly skirting around the subject and the first time his fourth wall had gotten bulldozed (thank you, Sangamon), it was the first time he'd purposefully brought it up with anyone. Sure, she had asked. And though it was hard to tell from written notes alone, she hadn't seemed all that phased. That didn't stop the sudden tightness in his gut.
He had been avoiding Sangamon for a reason, after all. Philosophy had never been his strong suit, so being pummeled with that kind of existential quandary was a bite more than he could chew. Mostly Peter had been pushing it to the back of his mind and playing innocent. Pretending like he wasn't trying to slot actors into their roles and staring at cartoons sprung to life. Such a shame that this time he had already let his big mouth loose before thinking twice.
Seriously, he needed to look into getting his voice box removed. Life would be so much simpler.