[ she's relieved to see him, whilst he's relieved to ee her. when she hurries over to him, his posture and expression relax all at once, the tension draining out of his limbs and he shoves a hand into a pocket. he doesn't reply, not immediately; instead he exhales and looks away from her, towards the river. they don't need to get close to the water — it's too dangerous — but just close enough to be able to record the sound. that's fine. that's not a problem, and frankly, recording sound is one of the least complex things he's tried to do with the tablets. it shouldn't take long.
it's everything that comes after that's the issue.
he frowns and looks back at eleven. there's an undercurrent of frustration, although he wouldn't be able to put his finger exactly on why. (concern? sure, but that's not all.) ]
You thought I was going to leave you to do this alone? [ he doesn't exactly sound surprised when he asks the question, more searching. a little doubtful. a breath of a pause, and he adds: ] Of course I came. I don't think it's a good idea, but—. [ he shifts his weight and leans against the railing. good ideas are in pretty short supply in beacon, apparently. the remark lingers for a second; there are half a dozen buts he can add to that, none of them anything he can really air to eleven. eventually, then— ] —But I'm here.
[ No... No, she didn't, Eleven thinks. Not really, not fully.
Peter is a friend, and a good one. He's her teacher. He cares, and he can be trusted. He's something she shouldn't like, something she should stay far away from, and yet... and yet she can't help it, can't help but want to look beyond what he is, because she so very much likes who he is.
Her trust, her full, true trust, is hard-earned, and he's managed, somehow.
Eleven reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. She won't forget this. If he ever needs someone by hisside when he wants to do something that's not a good idea, she'll make sure to be there. ]
I know you... don't like it. But. I need you to trust me.
[ Her face is much less childlike here, like this, than it can be when they study or go for ice cream. The girl that looks back at him now has already put her life on the line countless times for the people she cares about. The girl that looks back at him now will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones.
The girl would not hesitate to die for him, either. ]
[ 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?
[ For the second time since they've met one another, Eleven's thin arms wind around his middle, and she squeezes for a moment, before detaching herself and moving closer to the railingof the bridge.
Eleven is relieved to know him here, and more relieved that he's going back to saying things she can only half follow at the best of times. Peter is a good teacher and a better friend. She might call him her best friend, but he's old and there's Max at home, but... well, maybe he can be her Best Beacon Friend.
Yeah, that works. ]
Yes. Water. Radios are... better, but.
[ She shrugs. They must work with what they have. ]
[ and for the second time, peter's startled by her suddenly giving him a hug. there's a breath of a pause before he hugs her back before she lets go. he's always had a soft spot for children, but he tries not to think about how his position at midtown high got cut short; he tries not to think about the conversation he'd had with mj. he glances down at the water: they'll have to be pretty quiet whilst they record the sound, but in and of itself, that's the easy thing.]
Can I have your tablet? [ he asks, looking back at eleven, at the top of her head. at least, he thinks, if he's here, he'll know she's safe — and if she's not, then maybe he can do something about it. ]
[ Start contrast to her meeting with his 'friend', Spider-Man. Eleven hands the tablet over without hesitation, and an eager expression - she can learn something here, and that always pleases her. It helps soothe her nerves, too, to focus on this small part of the project.
The truth is, it's not just about Mike. It's about wanting to overcome her own fear, too. She hates it, that her instincts slam so hard into either fight or flight with nothing in between. When it comes to the Void... she's tired of running away. She wants to reclaim her space. ]
[ peter takes the tablet and sits down cross-legged on the bridge. sitting on the bank runs the risk of something making an appearance, he thinks — it's hard to tell how likely or not anything is here in beacon, and though his spider-sense is enough to give him a slight warning, he'd rather not run the risk.
unlike when he'd met her as spider-man, peter works slowly enough so that she can see what he's doing; he indicates the application with a hand before opening and showing her how to record sound before holding a finger up. he's about to whisper shh before pausing and— ]
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it's everything that comes after that's the issue.
he frowns and looks back at eleven. there's an undercurrent of frustration, although he wouldn't be able to put his finger exactly on why. (concern? sure, but that's not all.) ]
You thought I was going to leave you to do this alone? [ he doesn't exactly sound surprised when he asks the question, more searching. a little doubtful. a breath of a pause, and he adds: ] Of course I came. I don't think it's a good idea, but—. [ he shifts his weight and leans against the railing. good ideas are in pretty short supply in beacon, apparently. the remark lingers for a second; there are half a dozen buts he can add to that, none of them anything he can really air to eleven. eventually, then— ] —But I'm here.
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Peter is a friend, and a good one. He's her teacher. He cares, and he can be trusted. He's something she shouldn't like, something she should stay far away from, and yet... and yet she can't help it, can't help but want to look beyond what he is, because she so very much likes who he is.
Her trust, her full, true trust, is hard-earned, and he's managed, somehow.
Eleven reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. She won't forget this. If he ever needs someone by hisside when he wants to do something that's not a good idea, she'll make sure to be there. ]
I know you... don't like it. But. I need you to trust me.
[ Her face is much less childlike here, like this, than it can be when they study or go for ice cream. The girl that looks back at him now has already put her life on the line countless times for the people she cares about. The girl that looks back at him now will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones.
The girl would not hesitate to die for him, either. ]
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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?
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Eleven is relieved to know him here, and more relieved that he's going back to saying things she can only half follow at the best of times. Peter is a good teacher and a better friend. She might call him her best friend, but he's old and there's Max at home, but... well, maybe he can be her Best Beacon Friend.
Yeah, that works. ]
Yes. Water. Radios are... better, but.
[ She shrugs. They must work with what they have. ]
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Can I have your tablet? [ he asks, looking back at eleven, at the top of her head. at least, he thinks, if he's here, he'll know she's safe — and if she's not, then maybe he can do something about it. ]
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[ Start contrast to her meeting with his 'friend', Spider-Man. Eleven hands the tablet over without hesitation, and an eager expression - she can learn something here, and that always pleases her. It helps soothe her nerves, too, to focus on this small part of the project.
The truth is, it's not just about Mike. It's about wanting to overcome her own fear, too. She hates it, that her instincts slam so hard into either fight or flight with nothing in between. When it comes to the Void... she's tired of running away. She wants to reclaim her space. ]
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unlike when he'd met her as spider-man, peter works slowly enough so that she can see what he's doing; he indicates the application with a hand before opening and showing her how to record sound before holding a finger up. he's about to whisper shh before pausing and— ]
How long does it need to be?
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Maybe... ten minutes? Maybe more. It can... take time. To find someone. To look at them. Or talk to them.
[ She doesn't know about sound looping, so it's not something she'd think to suggest. ]