[ ahh, that look... peter finally glances, just long enough to notice it on quentin's face, reminding him why he rarely talks about her. keeping her hidden away in his memories, in his dreams because of that particular look. some sort of sympathy that he knows he doesn't deserve—
I should've made sure they were all dead.
peter tries not to wince in response, but the crinkle between his brows is far too stubborn to easily smooth away. instead, he distracts — himself, or quentin, who knows — by adjusting the pillow behind himself. trying to make himself comfortable while having a not so comfortable conversation in the middle of the night. ] Two years ago, almost three now. She uh— [ he sighs softly, ] heart arrhythmia. It was sudden, she was alone...
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I should've made sure they were all dead.
peter tries not to wince in response, but the crinkle between his brows is far too stubborn to easily smooth away. instead, he distracts — himself, or quentin, who knows — by adjusting the pillow behind himself. trying to make himself comfortable while having a not so comfortable conversation in the middle of the night. ] Two years ago, almost three now. She uh— [ he sighs softly, ] heart arrhythmia. It was sudden, she was alone...