( Peter keeps Luna close as she buries against him like that, both arms tightening where they're wrapped around her, chin dipping to rest against the side of her head. )
No— No, hey. It's okay. You don't have to be sorry. Not to me. ( He tries to reassure her through regret; he can hear it there so miserably in her voice, and he knows it too, too well. He knows exactly how he'd feel if he'd been the one to see some painful memory from Luna's past. It was... difficult enough to see evidence of some of the torment she'd faced back home from her peers. When he'd literally stepped into one of her memories, and it was mostly good, it was golden afternoons and sweet treats, but... it was hard to see even that tiny piece of something bad. Hard to see any ounce of ache from Luna's past. (No wonder Paimon started hissing at those students, in all honesty.......)
But he doesn't want her to regret it. He doesn't want that. Peter gives her a squeeze and presses his nose against her hair for a moment, nuzzling into her like that, exhaling another shaky breath of his own as they wrap themselves in one another, trembling. )
Henry wanted me to see a doctor in Deerington about it, while it was healing. But I was so scared back then. I—I couldn't... trust anybody.
( There's a name he doesn't often say aloud, though he thinks of Henry Coles often. How he'd showed up on her lawn bleeding and so wrong. He'd scared her.
She'd still helped him inside. )
No, you're right. ( A soft sigh, gentle against Luna's hair. Peter closes his eyes for a moment. ) Everything was so wrong. After Charlie. ( The lump in his throat appears so suddenly that it catches him off-guard, and he stutters a little. ) We were all... falling apart. I could barely tell what was real and what wasn't. And I kept— seeing weird things. Hearing weird things, feeling them. Looking back, I guess... he was after me all that time.
( It's still something Peter's so rarely thought back to. Still flinches away from so sharply. But it's similar incidents that led to him meeting Luna in the first place, he reflects on quietly. )
...When I met you, he was still— like that. Getting upset all of a sudden. I think being in classrooms.... set him off.
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No— No, hey. It's okay. You don't have to be sorry. Not to me. ( He tries to reassure her through regret; he can hear it there so miserably in her voice, and he knows it too, too well. He knows exactly how he'd feel if he'd been the one to see some painful memory from Luna's past. It was... difficult enough to see evidence of some of the torment she'd faced back home from her peers. When he'd literally stepped into one of her memories, and it was mostly good, it was golden afternoons and sweet treats, but... it was hard to see even that tiny piece of something bad. Hard to see any ounce of ache from Luna's past. (No wonder Paimon started hissing at those students, in all honesty.......)
But he doesn't want her to regret it. He doesn't want that. Peter gives her a squeeze and presses his nose against her hair for a moment, nuzzling into her like that, exhaling another shaky breath of his own as they wrap themselves in one another, trembling. )
Henry wanted me to see a doctor in Deerington about it, while it was healing. But I was so scared back then. I—I couldn't... trust anybody.
( There's a name he doesn't often say aloud, though he thinks of Henry Coles often. How he'd showed up on her lawn bleeding and so wrong. He'd scared her.
She'd still helped him inside. )
No, you're right. ( A soft sigh, gentle against Luna's hair. Peter closes his eyes for a moment. ) Everything was so wrong. After Charlie. ( The lump in his throat appears so suddenly that it catches him off-guard, and he stutters a little. ) We were all... falling apart. I could barely tell what was real and what wasn't. And I kept— seeing weird things. Hearing weird things, feeling them. Looking back, I guess... he was after me all that time.
( It's still something Peter's so rarely thought back to. Still flinches away from so sharply. But it's similar incidents that led to him meeting Luna in the first place, he reflects on quietly. )
...When I met you, he was still— like that. Getting upset all of a sudden. I think being in classrooms.... set him off.