[ He falters again, voices a few sounds before he abandons that train of thought as soon as they start. Then, a pace or two in relative quiet (as music flits through the air – a cover of some popular song from a few years back, if Peter remembers – and the hum of clipped conversations reach them from the foyer), and Peter breathes out sharply through his nose.
A little rankled, if he's honest. But only a little. ]
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[ He falters again, voices a few sounds before he abandons that train of thought as soon as they start. Then, a pace or two in relative quiet (as music flits through the air – a cover of some popular song from a few years back, if Peter remembers – and the hum of clipped conversations reach them from the foyer), and Peter breathes out sharply through his nose.
A little rankled, if he's honest. But only a little. ]
I never lose my courage.