[ A year and a half, and Peter nearly forgot what a fucking smart-ass Charlie could be.
He straightens out his shirt once Charlie is finished and loops the strap of his satchel over the shoulder of his good side. Wrapping his arm around his middle, he bites down on his lower lip as he takes Charlie’s hand and hauls himself upright. Discomfort punches a small noise out of him, and his fingers tighten briefly at his side, but he stays on his feet.
A few unsteady steps take him to the front door, and he peeks through, watching for movement. When no one arrives, he gives Charlie a curt little nod and leads the way out.
This part of town is quiet – almost unnaturally so. Disease, maybe – something that either killed the inhabitants, or at least made the rest of the town run the area out. Peter doesn’t have mind enough to puzzle out this little mystery, focused as he is in getting out safely.
What he does have the mental acuity for, apparently, is this: ]
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[ A year and a half, and Peter nearly forgot what a fucking smart-ass Charlie could be.
He straightens out his shirt once Charlie is finished and loops the strap of his satchel over the shoulder of his good side. Wrapping his arm around his middle, he bites down on his lower lip as he takes Charlie’s hand and hauls himself upright. Discomfort punches a small noise out of him, and his fingers tighten briefly at his side, but he stays on his feet.
A few unsteady steps take him to the front door, and he peeks through, watching for movement. When no one arrives, he gives Charlie a curt little nod and leads the way out.
This part of town is quiet – almost unnaturally so. Disease, maybe – something that either killed the inhabitants, or at least made the rest of the town run the area out. Peter doesn’t have mind enough to puzzle out this little mystery, focused as he is in getting out safely.
What he does have the mental acuity for, apparently, is this: ]
You grew your hair out.