[an arm instinctively wrapping around his waist captures peter's attention, if only for a moment. he thinks maybe — just maybe — he enjoyed the feel of that a little more than he'd anticipated.
which might be why his own words fumble,] C-Communal shower? I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine, [but he follows up strong with a decent joke. (or so he thinks?)]
I'd lose my shit, too. Thank God none of this shit can happen.
[call him a skeptic all you like, scott, but there's no way he's going to spook himself even more by believing they might find something in the kitchen as well. people need to be in them because that's where food is. despite his bold claim, quicksilver's hand reaches and clasps the one holding his shirt, dark eyes still wide with fright.]
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which might be why his own words fumble,] C-Communal shower? I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine, [but he follows up strong with a decent joke. (or so he thinks?)]
I'd lose my shit, too. Thank God none of this shit can happen.
[call him a skeptic all you like, scott, but there's no way he's going to spook himself even more by believing they might find something in the kitchen as well. people need to be in them because that's where food is. despite his bold claim, quicksilver's hand reaches and clasps the one holding his shirt, dark eyes still wide with fright.]