( Peter keeps looking over at Oscar, still concerned by what might be affecting him, and still unsure how to describe it at all. The Thing in him, that Being of Knowledge, will continue wondering, wanting to seek it out, to understand, but Peter... doesn't have to. His role is to watch over.
The younger boy's lids close, and Peter keeps watching. He won't leave him. )
It's no problem. ( He says, with a quiet smile to his voice, something softer against the slightly hoarse edges of his throat (from all the weed....) And he means it. Peter shirked from this sort of thing, once. Sometimes, still. Being the one to watch over, to protect, because something happened once that he can never undo. If he closes his own eyes, he can still see Charlie standing in the doorframe that night, calling his name. His little sister was frightened; she'd come to him to protect her.
He'd failed.
But his fingers won't flinch from the smaller ones grasped against his; he won't hide away from it.
He'll stay there while Oscar falls asleep, gently holding onto his hand and making sure that, for the next few hours at least, nothing bad can find him. )
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The younger boy's lids close, and Peter keeps watching. He won't leave him. )
It's no problem. ( He says, with a quiet smile to his voice, something softer against the slightly hoarse edges of his throat (from all the weed....) And he means it. Peter shirked from this sort of thing, once. Sometimes, still. Being the one to watch over, to protect, because something happened once that he can never undo. If he closes his own eyes, he can still see Charlie standing in the doorframe that night, calling his name. His little sister was frightened; she'd come to him to protect her.
He'd failed.
But his fingers won't flinch from the smaller ones grasped against his; he won't hide away from it.
He'll stay there while Oscar falls asleep, gently holding onto his hand and making sure that, for the next few hours at least, nothing bad can find him. )