( All the time... god, it's so hard to wrap his head around. Peter's processing the thought as he keeps staring towards the doorframe, reluctant to move closer. At the same time, he's uncomfortably aware of a prickling sensation up under his skin, like his nerves are being touched by something, a ghost of his own moving through him. He knows it's Paimon, the demon no doubt extremely interested by the spirits that Peter's now able to perceive, wanting to observe them closer.
....But there's also Mob himself, the source of all of this, and Peter feels his hand tighten against the boy's arm suddenly and with intent, like it's trying to grab for his attention.
Peter just as abruptly lets go of Mob's arm with a startled exhale, taking a step back. What the fuck, stop that. )
—Sorry. I uh— We can go out there now. I'm okay— I'm ready.
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....But there's also Mob himself, the source of all of this, and Peter feels his hand tighten against the boy's arm suddenly and with intent, like it's trying to grab for his attention.
Peter just as abruptly lets go of Mob's arm with a startled exhale, taking a step back. What the fuck, stop that. )
—Sorry. I uh— We can go out there now. I'm okay— I'm ready.
( ...Peter, you're so weird.... )