[Peter tries to focus on listening to Magnus' voice, half to the story and half just to the tone of his voice for something to grasp on to. The high and the low notes, the feel of the moment. Cool winter air, something chilly to combat the flush of heat in his skin from his heart beating too fast. Skates on ice, the feel of... blood. He's bleeding, he remembers, looking at his hand and loosening his fist after blood drops speckle the floor.
His voice is hollowed out and distant, but Peter replies:] What did she say when she saw?
[His breath catches and it could almost have been a laugh, though he follows it with deep breaths. He reaches down to run his fingers through the droplets of blood, smearing them like paint across the floor. His hand alternates between throbbing with pain and feeling nothing; he wraps the rag around it again and sighs.]
Yeah. That'd be cool. Would... would Alex come? Odin too, maybe?
[This conversation feels so distant. Like someone else is talking for him and he just gets to sit back and listen to his own autopilot.]
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His voice is hollowed out and distant, but Peter replies:] What did she say when she saw?
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[he runs his hand through his hair]
And then she took me ice skating the next day again. It was fun. We should go sometime, while it's cold...
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Yeah. That'd be cool. Would... would Alex come? Odin too, maybe?
[This conversation feels so distant. Like someone else is talking for him and he just gets to sit back and listen to his own autopilot.]