The hallway. A vast improvement on inviting him directly to the room but still cutting it close. Peter was tempted to suggest arranging future meetings in separate blocks altogether, but he was getting the distinct feeling his concern was wearing off his welcome. Brainy had flipped into Frownsville the moment he had protested the doctor's visit.
Would it kill him to see it from his point of view for a bit? He didn't exactly like seeing Brainy stumble into one pitfall after another. The guy was like a pain-magnet. He just attracted terrible things. Like an ice cream truck you had to stab to get your Haagen Dazs. Peter knew he was paranoid, okay, but that was kind of necessary if you wanted to avoid any imminent bucket-kicking. Was that really so hard to understand?
"I'll come along," Peter said almost instantly. "I'm not going anywhere tonight. I figured it would be kinda stupid to make plans, after, um. Yeah."
No further explanation needed.
Even though Peter still thought it best that both stayed in for the night, that creepalicious speech just now was giving him some second thoughts. Peter opened his eyes to scowl at the speaker. That didn't sound like your usual, run of the mill Landel-Loves-His-Own-Voice spiel.
"Me neither." He was silent for a minute, then hastily downed what little was left on his plate and removed the tray from his desk. He groped blindly inside until he finally latched onto the radio. "Have you been hearing all that stuff about the radio lately? Jill and the new guy? Marc, I think?"
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Would it kill him to see it from his point of view for a bit? He didn't exactly like seeing Brainy stumble into one pitfall after another. The guy was like a pain-magnet. He just attracted terrible things. Like an ice cream truck you had to stab to get your Haagen Dazs. Peter knew he was paranoid, okay, but that was kind of necessary if you wanted to avoid any imminent bucket-kicking. Was that really so hard to understand?
"I'll come along," Peter said almost instantly. "I'm not going anywhere tonight. I figured it would be kinda stupid to make plans, after, um. Yeah."
No further explanation needed.
Even though Peter still thought it best that both stayed in for the night, that creepalicious speech just now was giving him some second thoughts. Peter opened his eyes to scowl at the speaker. That didn't sound like your usual, run of the mill Landel-Loves-His-Own-Voice spiel.
"Me neither." He was silent for a minute, then hastily downed what little was left on his plate and removed the tray from his desk. He groped blindly inside until he finally latched onto the radio. "Have you been hearing all that stuff about the radio lately? Jill and the new guy? Marc, I think?"