For a while, that's really the only thing he can think. Holy shit. It's like something out of the horror movies he so often references -- the ones that Gramp rented from the video store and let him watch while Mom was busy with her appointments.
His version of growing up hadn't exactly been normal, either, where basic math was replaced with learning how to pick locks, and public speaking was substituted by gaining a mark's confidence. But at least he didn't have to contend with people turning on one another; the Ravagers were a family, in a way. And despite the threats, he didn't have to worry about them actually eating each other. ]
I'm-- damn. I'm really sorry, kid. [ It comes out quietly, roughly; might be a touch awkward, but he means it, at least. ]
You don't need me to tell you that it ain't like that here, though. I know it's weird, but there are some genuinely kind and nice people here. [ And it is weird, even to Peter. Adult that he is, he was absolutely certain that everyone had an ulterior motive for their actions; it's only recently that he started thinking that maybe, just maybe, that's not entirely true. ]
I'm not sayin' you have to trust everyone -- 'cause you'd be dumb if you did, and from what I know, you definitely aren't dumb. But here, at least, you don't have to worry too much about someone tryin' to stab you in the back.
And, hey, I know you haven't known me too long, but if you ever find yourself in trouble, you can give me a call. I'll come running. [ Well. He'll come teleporting, honestly, possibly with something very heavy in tow with which to hit things, but he'll bring that up some other time. ]
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For a while, that's really the only thing he can think. Holy shit. It's like something out of the horror movies he so often references -- the ones that Gramp rented from the video store and let him watch while Mom was busy with her appointments.
His version of growing up hadn't exactly been normal, either, where basic math was replaced with learning how to pick locks, and public speaking was substituted by gaining a mark's confidence. But at least he didn't have to contend with people turning on one another; the Ravagers were a family, in a way. And despite the threats, he didn't have to worry about them actually eating each other. ]
I'm-- damn. I'm really sorry, kid. [ It comes out quietly, roughly; might be a touch awkward, but he means it, at least. ]
You don't need me to tell you that it ain't like that here, though. I know it's weird, but there are some genuinely kind and nice people here. [ And it is weird, even to Peter. Adult that he is, he was absolutely certain that everyone had an ulterior motive for their actions; it's only recently that he started thinking that maybe, just maybe, that's not entirely true. ]
I'm not sayin' you have to trust everyone -- 'cause you'd be dumb if you did, and from what I know, you definitely aren't dumb. But here, at least, you don't have to worry too much about someone tryin' to stab you in the back.
And, hey, I know you haven't known me too long, but if you ever find yourself in trouble, you can give me a call. I'll come running. [ Well. He'll come teleporting, honestly, possibly with something very heavy in tow with which to hit things, but he'll bring that up some other time. ]