His hands slipped into his pant pockets and he exhaled a little. Why? He
looked at Peter and his current state.
"I need to think." A rare moment of Truth. "...I'm not used to..." One hand
comes back out of his jeans and he made a vague gesture in front of him.
"All this. I'm used to being alone and being told want to think and all
that bullshit."
He paused.
"It's not you, it's me." And for once Alec uses that line and actually
means it.
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Date: 2018-05-19 12:25 pm (UTC)His hands slipped into his pant pockets and he exhaled a little. Why? He looked at Peter and his current state.
"I need to think." A rare moment of Truth. "...I'm not used to..." One hand comes back out of his jeans and he made a vague gesture in front of him. "All this. I'm used to being alone and being told want to think and all that bullshit."
He paused.
"It's not you, it's me." And for once Alec uses that line and actually means it.