Peter sits on the roof, legs dangling over the edge, hands gripping the side tightly. His jaw clenching and unclenching. You come out, sitting beside him. You hand him a cup of hot chocolate but he turns his head away. No. I'm fine. His eyes aren't full of tears, his eyebrows aren't knitting together. He isn't mad. Isn't sad. He's just.. numb. If you came out to make me feel better, I don't need your sympathy. His voice is emotionless. You get up and go back to the apartment, sighing.
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