( The living room has to be one of Peter's favourite rooms in the house. Warm and cosy and relaxed, sofa draped in blankets and a couple of throw pillows, a rug spread out in front of the fireplace along with armchairs, bookshelves tucked against the walls. There's more evidence of Luna, little odds and ends of decor. Peter's been spending a lot of time here, preferring it to his own room upstairs.
Peter lets Robby sit down first — the couch is big and comfortable and he lets him have the side closest to the fireplace — and then settles on the other end, long legs folded up under the blanket that he tugs onto his lap, still feeling an odd perpetual chill. There's a coffee table to set down the drinks, and he keeps the grilled cheese in his hands. )
Yeah, I'd uh. I'd definitely be down for that. Be nice to have some company. ( He brightens quietly at the idea, though something lingers in his features despite the fact, a little heaviness. Peter's all too aware of the state of himself these days and he doesn't want to risk upsetting the other guy or wigging him out. ....There's also the fact that after he tells him more about Paimon, he might want to stay clear, which would be totally justifiable. Peter really has no idea how deep Robby's experience with all that goes; he said he knows about the demon. Could mean someone just told him about it. Could mean he hasn't met him for himself. And it's fucking.. creepy, and gross.
He gives a soft exhale. )
I didn't know about it, either. Or what the hell makes it happen...? Suddenly I'm back home — just mentally, I guess — and uh. Watching all kinds of weird shit play out back there.
( They're Paimon's memories, mostly. But it leaked through to Peter, in a weird way. Secondhand, and hazy. A reminder that he's not even supposed to be here anymore. )
I uh. When I woke up again, I wasn't... me. For a long time. It was just him. ( For almost a month now, Paimon's been holding the reins. And just like that, Peter winces sharply, unable to gloss it over anymore. There's no way around it. )
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Peter lets Robby sit down first — the couch is big and comfortable and he lets him have the side closest to the fireplace — and then settles on the other end, long legs folded up under the blanket that he tugs onto his lap, still feeling an odd perpetual chill. There's a coffee table to set down the drinks, and he keeps the grilled cheese in his hands. )
Yeah, I'd uh. I'd definitely be down for that. Be nice to have some company. ( He brightens quietly at the idea, though something lingers in his features despite the fact, a little heaviness. Peter's all too aware of the state of himself these days and he doesn't want to risk upsetting the other guy or wigging him out. ....There's also the fact that after he tells him more about Paimon, he might want to stay clear, which would be totally justifiable. Peter really has no idea how deep Robby's experience with all that goes; he said he knows about the demon. Could mean someone just told him about it. Could mean he hasn't met him for himself. And it's fucking.. creepy, and gross.
He gives a soft exhale. )
I didn't know about it, either. Or what the hell makes it happen...? Suddenly I'm back home — just mentally, I guess — and uh. Watching all kinds of weird shit play out back there.
( They're Paimon's memories, mostly. But it leaked through to Peter, in a weird way. Secondhand, and hazy. A reminder that he's not even supposed to be here anymore. )
I uh. When I woke up again, I wasn't... me. For a long time. It was just him. ( For almost a month now, Paimon's been holding the reins. And just like that, Peter winces sharply, unable to gloss it over anymore. There's no way around it. )
Did you... meet him? Did he hurt you?