[ And he pops the “p” sound, the corner of his mouth rising a little higher as he tries to smother his smile.
It only half-works.
And he knows it’s hardly an answer – but Peter’s already tipped his hand pretty badly, practically shy of holding his cards backwards to face the entire table, and a stubborn part of him feels like he ought to maintain some air of mystery.
Part of him wonders if she’s agreeing just to make him happy, some residual urge from that day in the market that he barely remembers, some little carrot dangling in his face to keep him moving forward. He wonders if she actually wants to indulge him because she would enjoy it, or if she’s indulging him because she’s gotten into the habit of holding the stick and has completely forgotten why.
The same reason why the team coddled him today. The same reason why Gamora kept casting concerned looks his way. Like they think that if they don’t keep an eye on him, he might disappear.
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[ And he pops the “p” sound, the corner of his mouth rising a little higher as he tries to smother his smile.
It only half-works.
And he knows it’s hardly an answer – but Peter’s already tipped his hand pretty badly, practically shy of holding his cards backwards to face the entire table, and a stubborn part of him feels like he ought to maintain some air of mystery.
Part of him wonders if she’s agreeing just to make him happy, some residual urge from that day in the market that he barely remembers, some little carrot dangling in his face to keep him moving forward. He wonders if she actually wants to indulge him because she would enjoy it, or if she’s indulging him because she’s gotten into the habit of holding the stick and has completely forgotten why.
The same reason why the team coddled him today. The same reason why Gamora kept casting concerned looks his way. Like they think that if they don’t keep an eye on him, he might disappear.
He doesn’t know what to do with that. ]
We’ll play it by ear, like we usually do.