[ it's his first thought to assume that it's some gifted power by the station, but the moment her sadness bears down upon it, peter flips this as quick as a gear shift. no, this is something far deeper from home, something she's had to bear far longer than this place. peter slowly unfurls from his position, leaning forward just a bit more. ]
(And then it sits there? You keep it and you have to carry that with you?)
[ his hands unfold from a neutral, curled position hovering over the board, originally clasped in thoughtful observation. they lift a bit like an offer. more than on the staircase, more than on their little walk here. ]
like that satisfying feel when you rub a crusty from your sleepy eye
( And then it sits there? You keep it and you have to carry that with you? )
[ his hands unfold from a neutral, curled position hovering over the board, originally clasped in thoughtful observation. they lift a bit like an offer. more than on the staircase, more than on their little walk here. ]
( What a dreadfully heavy thing to hold. )