[He can do this, Peter tells himself. It's not actual rocket science. (Which, admittedly, he would love, but rockets aren't exactly a thing here in Thedas from what he's seen so far.)
And yet.
His nerves are frayed, and as he makes his way to where he's been told Tony's office is, he wonders if it's actually possible for one's stomach to climb up and out of one's throat. He should be overjoyed, knowing Tony is here and that he's alive. But he can't help but feel overwhelmed and as though he's going to screw this up somehow, even though all he's doing he's signing up for the Research division.
He reaches the door to Tony's office sooner than he wants. He takes a few moments to compose himself, though he's still pale. He sucks down a deep breath, deciding he might as well just jump right in.
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And yet.
His nerves are frayed, and as he makes his way to where he's been told Tony's office is, he wonders if it's actually possible for one's stomach to climb up and out of one's throat. He should be overjoyed, knowing Tony is here and that he's alive. But he can't help but feel overwhelmed and as though he's going to screw this up somehow, even though all he's doing he's signing up for the Research division.
He reaches the door to Tony's office sooner than he wants. He takes a few moments to compose himself, though he's still pale. He sucks down a deep breath, deciding he might as well just jump right in.
He knocks.]
Mr. Stark?