[KES IF YOU WANT TO BRING BRAINY IN NOW YOU'RE WELCOME ANY TIME? At least I assume we are backthreading (unsure)]
Scott's proposal earned him a good-natured snort. The strain between them was too reluctant to leave the room just yet, but talking was getting a little easier. "I'm not going to punch you in the balls, Scott. That's just low. Maybe try blowing up the world and then I'll consider it." His expression lifted just a tick, and Peter snorted again. It almost turned into a laugh. "But honestly, don't worry about it. You should have seen what a jerk I was to Indy my first day here. He was ready to flip a table, I swear. All you did was like. Have secret glee."
What had seemed like a high calibur dick move at the time was in fact pretty innocuous, if you looked at it objectively. Hard to think so in the moment, or even long after the moment when you're sitting there grumbling about your miserable, fictional life. But it wasn't fair to hold it against Scott. He wasn't doing it for the sake of being malicious, he was just gobsmacked. In a sense. It was like meeting a celebrity, only twice as unlikely and therefore all the more shock-inducing.
Regardless, Peter had to at least try squashing that irritation from now on. If Scott was going to make a genuine effort to stop ogling like a fanboy, then he could totally respect that. Like he had said, he'd done far worse damage himself. When he had met Indy he had outright mocked him and branded him crazy.
Thank god they had somehow gotten past all that.
"I think our best bet is to just focus on getting out. Right? That's the biggest thing here that we can deal with. That we can actually get our hands on. And who knows?" He gestured widely at the grandiose building around them. "This place gets so funky with your memories. Who's to say we'll remember this fictional crap when we leave, anyway? Nobody who's left and come back seems to remember what happened the first time they were here. It's possible. And it's not like anything back home would trigger it again."
It was weak, but there was a grin. Finally. "Sweet ignorant bliss, am I right?"
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Scott's proposal earned him a good-natured snort. The strain between them was too reluctant to leave the room just yet, but talking was getting a little easier. "I'm not going to punch you in the balls, Scott. That's just low. Maybe try blowing up the world and then I'll consider it." His expression lifted just a tick, and Peter snorted again. It almost turned into a laugh. "But honestly, don't worry about it. You should have seen what a jerk I was to Indy my first day here. He was ready to flip a table, I swear. All you did was like. Have secret glee."
What had seemed like a high calibur dick move at the time was in fact pretty innocuous, if you looked at it objectively. Hard to think so in the moment, or even long after the moment when you're sitting there grumbling about your miserable, fictional life. But it wasn't fair to hold it against Scott. He wasn't doing it for the sake of being malicious, he was just gobsmacked. In a sense. It was like meeting a celebrity, only twice as unlikely and therefore all the more shock-inducing.
Regardless, Peter had to at least try squashing that irritation from now on. If Scott was going to make a genuine effort to stop ogling like a fanboy, then he could totally respect that. Like he had said, he'd done far worse damage himself. When he had met Indy he had outright mocked him and branded him crazy.
Thank god they had somehow gotten past all that.
"I think our best bet is to just focus on getting out. Right? That's the biggest thing here that we can deal with. That we can actually get our hands on. And who knows?" He gestured widely at the grandiose building around them. "This place gets so funky with your memories. Who's to say we'll remember this fictional crap when we leave, anyway? Nobody who's left and come back seems to remember what happened the first time they were here. It's possible. And it's not like anything back home would trigger it again."
It was weak, but there was a grin. Finally. "Sweet ignorant bliss, am I right?"