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It's not fair that Peter's sore even in his dreams. He shuffles, wincing, toward the nearest booth, and flops gracelessly into it.

Sitting down. It's good stuff.

[OOC: I may be slow! In tagging, not on-the-uptake. Though I may be that too.]

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"Since I realized that maybe my brother's right on some things, and not as crazy as I wished this whole thing to be. Amazing how a possible explosion can put everything in perspective, huh?"

Long look back at Peter.

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He looks at Nathan, uncertain, and down at his hands.

And exhales.

"You mean that?" Wary.

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"Yeah. What choice do I have?" Nathan remarked, and there was almost a note of fatalism to it. Not quite yet, but he's getting there.

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Peter's quiet for a moment. "I guess you're right."

"Sorry if I made you worry."

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"Isn't that your job? You get into trouble, and make me worry?" Nathan weakly joked, but there was some sharp bitterness to it too.