[ He grunts in acknowledgment, and for a handful of seconds, that seems to be answer enough from Peter. At length, though, he lets out a long breath, drawing slow circles at his temple with the knuckle of his forefinger. A headache quietly blooms behind his eyes. ]
So what’s that mean, then?
[ Still flat. Unenthused. Like he doesn’t want to hear the answer, but knows he has to ask the question anyway. ]
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So what’s that mean, then?
[ Still flat. Unenthused. Like he doesn’t want to hear the answer, but knows he has to ask the question anyway. ]
You plan on stayin’ on with us?