80% already? Peter wasn’t sure if he was ready to walk into turmoil again; it was way too painful, wasn’t it? The video sure had been at times, and he cried like a kid every time he saw them on a fuzzy picture. If he had a 3D model, would he lose his shit in front of Miguel? In front of his AI?
“I don’t… you don’t have to ask cos you feel sorry for me or something,” Peter mumbled, looking down at the floor. “Home’s not ever gonna be here for me. Home’s always gonna be Queens, you know?” He was such a disaster of a human being, wasn’t he? Childlike, vulnerable, soft in the weak places. “I appreciate it, I do, but I don’t… I don’t like pity.”