[ A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he inspects the Walkman, turning it over in his hands, appreciating the reassuring weight of the device. He clicks it open, carefully pulling out the tape to inspect that, too.
It's his. It's all definitely his.
He thought for sure he would never see this again, but here it is, in all its glory, exactly the same as before Ego got his fucking hands on it. An odd sort of laugh bubbles out of him, something a little choked and heavy with a weird emotion he can hardly name. ]
Holy shit.
[ And he quickly slips the tape back in, putting on his headphones and hitting play.
—around and fell in love—
And he laughs again, eyes watering a little in a way that might be embarrassing later, but right now, he hardly cares. ]
Holy shit.
[ Apparently Peter's doing his best impression of a broken record, today. ]
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It's his. It's all definitely his.
He thought for sure he would never see this again, but here it is, in all its glory, exactly the same as before Ego got his fucking hands on it. An odd sort of laugh bubbles out of him, something a little choked and heavy with a weird emotion he can hardly name. ]
Holy shit.
[ And he quickly slips the tape back in, putting on his headphones and hitting play.
—around and fell in love—
And he laughs again, eyes watering a little in a way that might be embarrassing later, but right now, he hardly cares. ]
Holy shit.
[ Apparently Peter's doing his best impression of a broken record, today. ]