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I know, Munchkin.
[ And he matches Charlie's smile with one of his own. ]
And damn, was it sexy.
[ And he matches Charlie's smile with one of his own. ]
And damn, was it sexy.
[ He does, in fact, have it resting on his shoulder. ]
You wanna do the honors this time, Houdini?
You wanna do the honors this time, Houdini?
I always get the crap beat outta me.
[ Granted, the evidence isn't usually so obvious, since he typically has his helmet on. The skin around his eye is pretty swollen at this point, red and green and dark purples showing themselves in an abstract sort of splatter. ]
-- Still kinda pissed at you for not doin' what I told you. Just so you know.
[ He says that, but it comes out flat. ]
[ Granted, the evidence isn't usually so obvious, since he typically has his helmet on. The skin around his eye is pretty swollen at this point, red and green and dark purples showing themselves in an abstract sort of splatter. ]
-- Still kinda pissed at you for not doin' what I told you. Just so you know.
[ He says that, but it comes out flat. ]
I don't see why. It seemed like a perfectly normal thing for me to say. Like, "Oh, look at that, it's Tuesday.
Dunno why you would. [ He settles into the bed, trying to get comfortable. ] I tend to come out on top, right?
[ He knows where this is going, so he does his best to deflect. ]
Only because your bones are basically dust.
Only because your bones are basically dust.
I'm not dodging. I'm just sayin', we gotta keep an eye on you, since you're all brittle.
[ He shrugs. ]
Kinda how I've stayed alive so long. Learning how to duck.
[ -- yep, still dodging. ]
Kinda how I've stayed alive so long. Learning how to duck.
[ -- yep, still dodging. ]
[ Peter, Peter. You should know by now that when push comes to shove, Charlie goes straight for the jugular. ]
Is that it? You duck and you dodge, and you keep people at an arm's length because, why? Because you don't want them to care about you? Because you don't know how to handle it when they do care about you?
I'm curious. Humor me with a straight answer, why don't you?
Is that it? You duck and you dodge, and you keep people at an arm's length because, why? Because you don't want them to care about you? Because you don't know how to handle it when they do care about you?
I'm curious. Humor me with a straight answer, why don't you?
[ ... wow, okay, he invites Charlie into his bed, and this is the thanks he gets? See if he invites you back in here ever again.
Because the thing of it is, he doesn't have an answer for that-- for any of it. Keeping his distance has always been his modus operandi -- it's how the Ravagers raised him, anyway, and he's never really given it a second thought. It just made sense.
People have come and gone in his life, and he's used to it. They either leave him, like Mom, or they end up on the wrong side, like Yondu and the Ravagers. And one of these days, the team is going to realize that Peter's the weak link in this group, and they'll move along, too. They'll keep up contact for a while, and then they'll fade away.
And eventually, Charlie is gonna see what a fucking lump he is, and cosmic entanglement or no cosmic entanglement, he's going to leave, too.
It's just what happens, and it's fine.
He sits up with a wince, sucking air between his teeth. ]
The hell do you want me to say, man? Boo-fucking-hoo, I can't handle affection. Is that it?
Because the thing of it is, he doesn't have an answer for that-- for any of it. Keeping his distance has always been his modus operandi -- it's how the Ravagers raised him, anyway, and he's never really given it a second thought. It just made sense.
People have come and gone in his life, and he's used to it. They either leave him, like Mom, or they end up on the wrong side, like Yondu and the Ravagers. And one of these days, the team is going to realize that Peter's the weak link in this group, and they'll move along, too. They'll keep up contact for a while, and then they'll fade away.
And eventually, Charlie is gonna see what a fucking lump he is, and cosmic entanglement or no cosmic entanglement, he's going to leave, too.
It's just what happens, and it's fine.
He sits up with a wince, sucking air between his teeth. ]
The hell do you want me to say, man? Boo-fucking-hoo, I can't handle affection. Is that it?
[ he makes a frustrated noise ]
I don't know what the hell you want me to tell you, man. What the fuck do you want from me?
I don't know what the hell you want me to tell you, man. What the fuck do you want from me?
Fine. I worry. You worry. We're just a circlejerk of emotions that apparently needs to be acknowledged aloud.
Happy?
Happy?
Edited (phone tags :() 2015-01-30 17:34 (UTC)
[ disgusted noise ]
Everything's a fight with us. Dunno how you're not surprised by it at this point.
Everything's a fight with us. Dunno how you're not surprised by it at this point.
[ He's quiet for a very long moment ]
I don't want to fight with you. I really don't. [ He hauls himself off the bed, moving to grab his coat and his shoes ]
It'd just be nice to get a little confirmation once in a while that you keep me around for something other than a good fuck.
I don't want to fight with you. I really don't. [ He hauls himself off the bed, moving to grab his coat and his shoes ]
It'd just be nice to get a little confirmation once in a while that you keep me around for something other than a good fuck.
[ -- What the hell.
For a long moment, Peter just. Gapes. Apparently he's doing his best fish impression, because his eyes are wide, and he keeps grasping for words that won't come.
He also feels the unpleasant sensation of falling, plummeting down and down and down, but with a rope just within his reach to save himself. He could just grab for it, but he hasn't -- because when he does, it'll hurt. But it'll hurt even more if he lands, won't it? ]
-- Wait.
[ It's the only thing he can think of to say, and even then it comes out weakly, hesitantly, voice thin and thready. But he can't just-- he can't let Charlie leave on a note like that, right? ]
Just-- I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean--
[ He rubs at the-- less shitty side of his face. ] All this shit is so fucking complicated.
For a long moment, Peter just. Gapes. Apparently he's doing his best fish impression, because his eyes are wide, and he keeps grasping for words that won't come.
He also feels the unpleasant sensation of falling, plummeting down and down and down, but with a rope just within his reach to save himself. He could just grab for it, but he hasn't -- because when he does, it'll hurt. But it'll hurt even more if he lands, won't it? ]
-- Wait.
[ It's the only thing he can think of to say, and even then it comes out weakly, hesitantly, voice thin and thready. But he can't just-- he can't let Charlie leave on a note like that, right? ]
Just-- I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean--
[ He rubs at the-- less shitty side of his face. ] All this shit is so fucking complicated.
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