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Follow the Tracks - Peter
It was 4:30 A.M. in the morning and Alec was already up and dressed. He glanced out of his room to the horizon that wasn't quite yet hinting at the sunrise, but it would be soon. He walked into the other room where Peter slept and crossed his arms over his chest while he watched the teenage boy sleep - it must be nice to sleep so easily sometimes.
He shifted, moving about the room silently as he gathered the needed material and then he suddenly through a set of clothing at Peter's face. "Rise and shine, sunshine. We need to get moving."
He shifted, moving about the room silently as he gathered the needed material and then he suddenly through a set of clothing at Peter's face. "Rise and shine, sunshine. We need to get moving."
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There's some annoyance in Peter's tone -- the same sort of annoyance he feels whenever he thinks he's being underestimated, but it's more tempered than it might have been in the past. The past six months or so have changed him a lot; he's no longer as sensitive about his powers and abilities and in fact, he's starting to feel that maybe people might actually respect him for it.
Peter looks back at Alec and offers him a reassuring smile. The sort of reassuring smile he hopes tells Alec that he's going to be fine.
Because Peter is sure he will be.