[ The question gives him pause, and Peter can be heard taking a soft breath. It.... it does. He's not used to this at all, sharing thoughts and feelings, and it does feel better. That awareness is weirdly frightening and nice at the same time, and it seems like he's almost nervous to voice this, but then he does. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I think it really does.
[ He carefully moves to sit down on the bed again, glancing around his room where the sunlight's bouncing off his sparse objects. It does feel like some odd little weight has been lifted, and at the same time, there's another weight in him, an odd paradox. To admit that he wants to stay here is to admit that there's nothing left for him back home, some kind of loss and gain, intermingled. But Peter's mind feels more lucid, more clear, and that's... good. That's better than the muddled state he's been stuck in. ]
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Yeah. Yeah, I think it really does.
[ He carefully moves to sit down on the bed again, glancing around his room where the sunlight's bouncing off his sparse objects. It does feel like some odd little weight has been lifted, and at the same time, there's another weight in him, an odd paradox. To admit that he wants to stay here is to admit that there's nothing left for him back home, some kind of loss and gain, intermingled. But Peter's mind feels more lucid, more clear, and that's... good. That's better than the muddled state he's been stuck in. ]
Thanks. For... for listening.