I'll think about it. Really think about it. [He means that much. He doesn't feel like he would be qualified, but, he can't be the only one trying to help Bavan or the people here.] I want to be sure before I commit to anything.
[He ends up crossing his arms over his chest, biting the inside of his cheek a little harder than he should. There is a relief there and he doesn't quite know how else to quantify it.
He wants to argue, so desperately. He wants to blame Beck as much as he wants to pardon the man. Peter wants to forgive as much as he can.
The conflicting emotions just boil over in his chest as he sucks in a breath.
The distant tang of cooper in the back of his mouth is enough to help him re-center.]
I want him to work on it. I really do, I- I don't want to hear him talk about it! I don't! I know what he's going to say. I don't need Quentin Beck's perspective on Tony.
Do you know how much people talk about Tony? How much they act like they knew him? I can't go anywhere without people telling me about Tony. How much of a hero he was or how much they hated him.
I feel like I didn't even get a chance to know him. I died for five years! I was at his funeral! Tony's wife gave me a- a picture he had of us- a stupid picture we took- I didn't-
[He clutches a little desperately at himself. He's angry as much as he's sad all over again. Fingers find their way into his hair as he closes his eyes, forcing himself to breath.] Its- its fine, I'm sorry, just- give me a second.
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30/7/22 03:28 (UTC)[He ends up crossing his arms over his chest, biting the inside of his cheek a little harder than he should. There is a relief there and he doesn't quite know how else to quantify it.
He wants to argue, so desperately. He wants to blame Beck as much as he wants to pardon the man. Peter wants to forgive as much as he can.
The conflicting emotions just boil over in his chest as he sucks in a breath.
The distant tang of cooper in the back of his mouth is enough to help him re-center.]
I want him to work on it. I really do, I- I don't want to hear him talk about it! I don't! I know what he's going to say. I don't need Quentin Beck's perspective on Tony.
Do you know how much people talk about Tony? How much they act like they knew him? I can't go anywhere without people telling me about Tony. How much of a hero he was or how much they hated him.
I feel like I didn't even get a chance to know him. I died for five years! I was at his funeral! Tony's wife gave me a- a picture he had of us- a stupid picture we took- I didn't-
[He clutches a little desperately at himself. He's angry as much as he's sad all over again. Fingers find their way into his hair as he closes his eyes, forcing himself to breath.] Its- its fine, I'm sorry, just- give me a second.
Give me a second. I'll be fine.
[He'll always be fine. He has to be.]