[ She immediately refocuses at the sound of Peter's voice, and her attention flickers away from that strange middle distance to glance back at him. ]
... I'm fine.
[ She forces a slow exhale, low and steady, before she pulls herself up from her seat. But that intense look is still in her eyes, her heart beating that much quicker in her chest as she stands so close to Peter, within arms' reach. ]
That just didn't go as planned.
[ When did anything ever, though?
Her fingers flex at her side, and she has to stop herself from taking a step closer to him, to stop from reaching out – because where did that urge come from? She wants to touch him, wants that contact they had back at the motel, though it's so sudden, accompanying something almost like a— headrush, Peter's called it.
She walks across the deck, then just halts with the slightest accompanying sway. ]
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... I'm fine.
[ She forces a slow exhale, low and steady, before she pulls herself up from her seat. But that intense look is still in her eyes, her heart beating that much quicker in her chest as she stands so close to Peter, within arms' reach. ]
That just didn't go as planned.
[ When did anything ever, though?
Her fingers flex at her side, and she has to stop herself from taking a step closer to him, to stop from reaching out – because where did that urge come from? She wants to touch him, wants that contact they had back at the motel, though it's so sudden, accompanying something almost like a— headrush, Peter's called it.
She walks across the deck, then just halts with the slightest accompanying sway. ]