[ The conversation topic is some weird mixture, something Peter.... kind of needs to approach, but also needs to shy away from. But even just this much, is a lot for him. To talk about his sister at all with someone, to.... share that part of himself. There was a time, not too terribly long ago really, that he couldn't even say her name out loud. So this has meant something, even if it's been strange and difficult and felt a little like a fever dream. The marijuana probably hasn't helped. ...Or maybe it's really helped.
Regardless, Peter's... more okay to talk about it than he used to be. But that doesn't mean Mike is, and Peter's taking on a different sort of role than he normally does. The role of the one making sure that the other person is going to be okay, that this isn't too much for him, and so as soon as Mike says that, Peter's going to say 'yes', (he hears that sniff, and it makes his chest hurt) because he'll do whatever Mike needs him to do. Even if that's backing away from this now, not venturing any further in.
Peter's not a big brother anymore, but maybe he can still try to watch out for them. The younger ones here. ]
Oh dude, you have video games? [ All of this — the stuff about Will, the stuff about Mike's sisters — isn't forgotten; none of it's forgotten. It's just got to be tucked away for a little, and Peter sits up, blinking glassy eyes and hoping Mike's okay. ] Let's do it. I mean, you're probably gonna kick my ass since it's been ages that I played anything.
[ A little smile that's meant to be self-teasing and just comes out soft; he'll grab some snacks on the way out, stuff them into his hoodie pockets so they have extras. Being Mike's personally-tailored room, it'll no doubt come with its own hearty stock of junkfood, but Peter'll leave some of his snacks there anyway. Just to make sure Mike has plenty. ]
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Regardless, Peter's... more okay to talk about it than he used to be. But that doesn't mean Mike is, and Peter's taking on a different sort of role than he normally does. The role of the one making sure that the other person is going to be okay, that this isn't too much for him, and so as soon as Mike says that, Peter's going to say 'yes', (he hears that sniff, and it makes his chest hurt) because he'll do whatever Mike needs him to do. Even if that's backing away from this now, not venturing any further in.
Peter's not a big brother anymore, but maybe he can still try to watch out for them. The younger ones here. ]
Oh dude, you have video games? [ All of this — the stuff about Will, the stuff about Mike's sisters — isn't forgotten; none of it's forgotten. It's just got to be tucked away for a little, and Peter sits up, blinking glassy eyes and hoping Mike's okay. ] Let's do it. I mean, you're probably gonna kick my ass since it's been ages that I played anything.
[ A little smile that's meant to be self-teasing and just comes out soft; he'll grab some snacks on the way out, stuff them into his hoodie pockets so they have extras. Being Mike's personally-tailored room, it'll no doubt come with its own hearty stock of junkfood, but Peter'll leave some of his snacks there anyway. Just to make sure Mike has plenty. ]