The Archives are almost desolate today, hardly anyone else to be seen wandering among the endless lines of bookshelves. Peter would be grateful for the solitude, but this place creeps him out a little. Like he'd told Nara'a, it's safe, but it's just... a bit intimidating, with eyes of various sizes and shapes everywhere, etched into the decor.
Peter keeps himself busy while he waits, decides to go ahead and peruse the aisles for anything helpful. He does manage to locate a few psychology books from Earth, the kind of thing he'd recognise from home. ...The kind of thing that might be sitting on his dad's shelf in his office. Peter tries to ignore the lump in his throat at the thought, pulls out a few of the texts and tucks them under his arm.
By the time Nara'a arrives, the younger man has found a little sitting nook near a window, letting some sunlight in. Outside it's cold and snowy, but there's a small fireplace nearby, and it's made the space comfortable. Peter has some books placed on a table, and there's also a thermos of something hot, along with two cups. He's texted Nara'a to let him know where he is, giving directions as best as he can in this rather labyrinthian place.
He has no idea what his new companion looks like, so when Peter catches movement, he's looking up with wide eyes, not wanting to stare at the stranger, but... also needing to catch his attention if this is Nara'a. So Peter's just kind of awkwardly looking his way, shifting nervously. Of course, his perpetual mannerism is always unsettled anyway, seeming like he's never very comfortable in his own body, dark circles blooming beneath his eyes like bruises. Peter looks like he doesn't sleep well.
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Peter keeps himself busy while he waits, decides to go ahead and peruse the aisles for anything helpful. He does manage to locate a few psychology books from Earth, the kind of thing he'd recognise from home. ...The kind of thing that might be sitting on his dad's shelf in his office. Peter tries to ignore the lump in his throat at the thought, pulls out a few of the texts and tucks them under his arm.
By the time Nara'a arrives, the younger man has found a little sitting nook near a window, letting some sunlight in. Outside it's cold and snowy, but there's a small fireplace nearby, and it's made the space comfortable. Peter has some books placed on a table, and there's also a thermos of something hot, along with two cups. He's texted Nara'a to let him know where he is, giving directions as best as he can in this rather labyrinthian place.
He has no idea what his new companion looks like, so when Peter catches movement, he's looking up with wide eyes, not wanting to stare at the stranger, but... also needing to catch his attention if this is Nara'a. So Peter's just kind of awkwardly looking his way, shifting nervously. Of course, his perpetual mannerism is always unsettled anyway, seeming like he's never very comfortable in his own body, dark circles blooming beneath his eyes like bruises. Peter looks like he doesn't sleep well.