[ Pure, concentrated exasperation. Little Pete's probably lucky there's nothing for Big Pete to throw at him, right now.
He screws his eyes shut for a second, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose. (He can feel a headache coming on, which is probably a sign that he needs to choke down a couple more painkillers soon. Or maybe it's a result of this conversation going in weird circles? Either way.) ]
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Oh my god.
[ Pure, concentrated exasperation. Little Pete's probably lucky there's nothing for Big Pete to throw at him, right now.
He screws his eyes shut for a second, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose. (He can feel a headache coming on, which is probably a sign that he needs to choke down a couple more painkillers soon. Or maybe it's a result of this conversation going in weird circles? Either way.) ]
Ask him.