[ 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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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. ]