( Peter's dopey smile remains in place for those few initial seconds in which he's taking in the younger boy's glossy stare, his slow movements.... Oh man, yeah, he's totally blitzed, isn't he?
But it's when the words come that something feels... different. A little wrong. The older teen blinks, that smile slowly shifting into a frown, willing against his own lethargy to sit up just a bit straighter.
It's more the way Oscar's speaking that's alarming, at least at first. Like he can't quite make his mouth move the right way. Has he been drinking? Does he know how to drink, yet? Peter's concern spreads wider; maybe he should keep him talking for a bit more, get his brain going a little. He doesn't want the poor kid to pass out or something. )
She?( He gives a slow, heavy-eyed glance around the room. ) Is there someone here after you?
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But it's when the words come that something feels... different. A little wrong. The older teen blinks, that smile slowly shifting into a frown, willing against his own lethargy to sit up just a bit straighter.
It's more the way Oscar's speaking that's alarming, at least at first. Like he can't quite make his mouth move the right way. Has he been drinking? Does he know how to drink, yet? Peter's concern spreads wider; maybe he should keep him talking for a bit more, get his brain going a little. He doesn't want the poor kid to pass out or something. )
She? ( He gives a slow, heavy-eyed glance around the room. ) Is there someone here after you?