[For a moment, Peter feels as though Tony stares at him intensely for a moment, but he blinks and Tony is looking down at a piece of paper. Something in Peter's chest tightens as he considers whether or not that was a moment of recognition; he tells himself to breathe and focus. He can't afford to mess anything up that might affect back home, or negatively impact Tony here in Thedas.
And then Tony calls griffons catbirds, and Peter almost laughs at that description.] Catbirds? Really? Do they purr too?
[Maybe some part of him that remembers bantering with Tony peeks out from where Peter has all but buried his younger and more carefree self for just a moment. He feels a distinct sense of nerd pride at Tony calling Forces jocks, too.
He asks about Peter drifting in, and Peter has to think for a moment to make sure he has it right for how long he's been here.]
It was a few days ago. I know about quarantine, and that I can't leave the Gallows for...awhile?
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And then Tony calls griffons catbirds, and Peter almost laughs at that description.] Catbirds? Really? Do they purr too?
[Maybe some part of him that remembers bantering with Tony peeks out from where Peter has all but buried his younger and more carefree self for just a moment. He feels a distinct sense of nerd pride at Tony calling Forces jocks, too.
He asks about Peter drifting in, and Peter has to think for a moment to make sure he has it right for how long he's been here.]
It was a few days ago. I know about quarantine, and that I can't leave the Gallows for...awhile?