[ falco nods, but immediately as the smallest of mirrors is raised to them, the boy can’t bring his eyes to himself. it goes to peter’s reflection, at the very least, all before his eyes go downcast while deciding on an answer.
if he answered to this, it meant he had to step up. with a preparing inhale that expands his clattering ribs, falco’s fingers rise to fit over the mirror’s back, thumb over its front. ]
—I can do it.
[ but that’s not without a catch, and a further push to keep him from backing out. between them, falco reaches for peter’s hand, where it may be, and squeezes such a large palm against his smaller one. he nods again, the mirror held before them, hanging by his lap now— ]
I can do it.
[ he’s as ready as he could be, which wasn’t by much in reality, but then again he’d never actually be ready, correct? ]
no subject
if he answered to this, it meant he had to step up. with a preparing inhale that expands his clattering ribs, falco’s fingers rise to fit over the mirror’s back, thumb over its front. ]
—I can do it.
[ but that’s not without a catch, and a further push to keep him from backing out. between them, falco reaches for peter’s hand, where it may be, and squeezes such a large palm against his smaller one. he nods again, the mirror held before them, hanging by his lap now— ]
I can do it.
[ he’s as ready as he could be, which wasn’t by much in reality, but then again he’d never actually be ready, correct? ]