[ peter knows she's been through a lot — he might not know all of the details, but he knows enough.
his first thought is that it's not that he doesn't trust her, it's that he doesn't trust beacon. it's that he doesn't trust not knowing if this will work, if she'll be okay — by a definition of the word 'okay' — at the end of it. but then he knows that a part of it is trust in her; trust that she knows when enough is enough; when it's too much and she should stop. when she has a responsibility to herself as well as other people.
it had taken him a long time to come to any semblance of understanding for that with regards to himself and he still struggles with it. (thy name is hypocrite.) he'd been older than eleven, too, and everything to do with him had been more of a choice than anything eleven's ever had.
there's a small voice in the back of his head, one that manages to sound a little like mj, that tells him that he needs to stop trying to make decisions for other people based on what he thinks is right. ]
—I don't like being dragged out of my warm, toasty bed when it's dark outside. [ he comments, glancing down at the hand on his arm. there's a quirk of his lips that almost forms into a smile; the unsaid sentiment is that this isn't quite a case of like versus dislike, but—
he's not actually going to say that in as many words. ] But I'm willing to concede it's always dark here, so I only half-dislike being dragged out of my warm, toasty bed. [ beat; a huff of breath. ] So. Running water, right?
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his first thought is that it's not that he doesn't trust her, it's that he doesn't trust beacon. it's that he doesn't trust not knowing if this will work, if she'll be okay — by a definition of the word 'okay' — at the end of it. but then he knows that a part of it is trust in her; trust that she knows when enough is enough; when it's too much and she should stop. when she has a responsibility to herself as well as other people.
it had taken him a long time to come to any semblance of understanding for that with regards to himself and he still struggles with it. (thy name is hypocrite.) he'd been older than eleven, too, and everything to do with him had been more of a choice than anything eleven's ever had.
there's a small voice in the back of his head, one that manages to sound a little like mj, that tells him that he needs to stop trying to make decisions for other people based on what he thinks is right. ]
—I don't like being dragged out of my warm, toasty bed when it's dark outside. [ he comments, glancing down at the hand on his arm. there's a quirk of his lips that almost forms into a smile; the unsaid sentiment is that this isn't quite a case of like versus dislike, but—
he's not actually going to say that in as many words. ] But I'm willing to concede it's always dark here, so I only half-dislike being dragged out of my warm, toasty bed. [ beat; a huff of breath. ] So. Running water, right?