[ He nods at her explanation. There was every possibility it was only a copy, a clone, but—
Man, does it matter? Even if it is just a copy, it's a damn convincing one. As a kid, Peter had guarded the Walkman with his life, and while he did his best to maintain it, it still got a bit dinged, a little beaten up – never enough to damage it, but enough that it was hardly pristine. And this Walkman has all those same little flaws – little nicks and scratches; wear on the corners and edges, on the silver "S" of "SONY," where a bit of the paint had been rubbed off to reveal the plastic underneath.
His gaze flicks up to her at the reassurance, and he swallows nervously, his free hand reaching into the capsule to lift out the Walkman and the headphones. Even the weight is as he remembers it, and despite how completely blindsided he is by it all, he huffs out a disbelieving laugh.
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Man, does it matter? Even if it is just a copy, it's a damn convincing one. As a kid, Peter had guarded the Walkman with his life, and while he did his best to maintain it, it still got a bit dinged, a little beaten up – never enough to damage it, but enough that it was hardly pristine. And this Walkman has all those same little flaws – little nicks and scratches; wear on the corners and edges, on the silver "S" of "SONY," where a bit of the paint had been rubbed off to reveal the plastic underneath.
His gaze flicks up to her at the reassurance, and he swallows nervously, his free hand reaching into the capsule to lift out the Walkman and the headphones. Even the weight is as he remembers it, and despite how completely blindsided he is by it all, he huffs out a disbelieving laugh.
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Holy shit.