[ Once again, Peter finds himself... stunned by the stranger's words. It's that simple phrase in the middle of it, and it leaves a strange sort of pinprick in his chest, one that catches him completely off-guard.
'I'm proud of you'
He can't.. really remember the last time those words were spoken to him. It makes him think to his parents, immediately. Somewhere along the lines, you grow up enough to realise nothing you do will really make your mom and dad happy, and you stop seeking it out because you know there's no reason they should be proud of you anyway. Not when you do nothing and are nothing. ....But deep down, doesn't everyone want to hear it? I'm proud of you ]
—Oh. [ He whispers, useless in his stun, voice catching slightly like it's dry. ] I.... Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ This is where he should ask the person's name, or give his own, but he doesn't, just sits there until a few moments pass and then he hangs up.
Being Peter, it'll take him awhile to process it, slow-burn and lingering, and something that he certainly won't be forgetting. There's something in him that'll hang onto it, childlike.
He can find him again sometime; he can call this username. If he needs to, the man had said. ....After a few more moments, Peter saves the contact. ]
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'I'm proud of you'
He can't.. really remember the last time those words were spoken to him. It makes him think to his parents, immediately. Somewhere along the lines, you grow up enough to realise nothing you do will really make your mom and dad happy, and you stop seeking it out because you know there's no reason they should be proud of you anyway. Not when you do nothing and are nothing. ....But deep down, doesn't everyone want to hear it? I'm proud of you ]
—Oh. [ He whispers, useless in his stun, voice catching slightly like it's dry. ] I.... Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ This is where he should ask the person's name, or give his own, but he doesn't, just sits there until a few moments pass and then he hangs up.
Being Peter, it'll take him awhile to process it, slow-burn and lingering, and something that he certainly won't be forgetting. There's something in him that'll hang onto it, childlike.
He can find him again sometime; he can call this username. If he needs to, the man had said. ....After a few more moments, Peter saves the contact. ]