As he's really and truly looking at her (him?) now, Peter can... see it. She's so much different now, but pieces of it are there. There's some of Luna in the eyes, the nose, the youthful face... He watches her look down at herself, and follows the movement downwards, taking the rest of the boy in, or at least as much as he can see from where he's sat all tangled up in the bedsheets on the floor.
As Luna lifts those eyes and makes contact with his own again, Peter's mouth is dry. For all of the bizarre things that have happened to them, this..... this is something in a category all its own. And he's worried, immediately, what could have caused this and why, but first there's the question she asks, and it takes his focus for a moment— )
Y-yes. You— you're a boy.
( Saying it aloud feels so completely weird. For a moment, Peter just sits there, feeling strange and lost and helpless. Then he slowly starts to stand, but leans down, offering her his hands to help her up. )
Do you— the mirror— do you want to look in the mirror....? ( He... should show her, shouldn't he? The true severity of this, as shocking as it is. )
— Luna
( Holy fucking shit.
As he's really and truly looking at her (him?) now, Peter can... see it. She's so much different now, but pieces of it are there. There's some of Luna in the eyes, the nose, the youthful face... He watches her look down at herself, and follows the movement downwards, taking the rest of the boy in, or at least as much as he can see from where he's sat all tangled up in the bedsheets on the floor.
As Luna lifts those eyes and makes contact with his own again, Peter's mouth is dry. For all of the bizarre things that have happened to them, this..... this is something in a category all its own. And he's worried, immediately, what could have caused this and why, but first there's the question she asks, and it takes his focus for a moment— )
Y-yes. You— you're a boy.
( Saying it aloud feels so completely weird. For a moment, Peter just sits there, feeling strange and lost and helpless. Then he slowly starts to stand, but leans down, offering her his hands to help her up. )
Do you— the mirror— do you want to look in the mirror....? ( He... should show her, shouldn't he? The true severity of this, as shocking as it is. )
You're.... a boy all over.