PETER
What doesn't wanting have to do with it? Peter's head tilts the other direction, his lips pursed and his brows pinched in clear worry. "If... if n-no one ever t-t-told you what t'do, then... then what would you... would you d-do?" Not having wants seems like it should be alien, and repulsive for it, but to Peter, it is repulsive because of its familiarity. She reappeared without warning, and for the first time, Peter was actually glad for the mud, which held him still enough that he couldn't stumble back, and fall. "I'm um... it's n-nice, and... and this is... this is where the water comes." Another thought comes to him, the more polite answer. "And I... we're t-talking."
Distance, distance keeps you safe
And I don't wanna scare you away
And I don't wanna scare you away
You're laughing cause it's funny
How you're fooling everybody but me
How you're fooling everybody but me
