The joy that Peter feels sitting there surrounded by new family and talking about movies and historical context mingles with wonder when Peter's brain wraps itself around what Magnus has just said.
"You were there," Peter says, more confirming it to himself. It occurs to him that he's gaping a little, and he has the good sense to blush, once again. "I always forget you're not just, like, a few years older than me." It sounds so stupid, but it's true: there is very little that is more important to Peter than connection in this new life he leads and they've already forged that. There are a great many things about Magnus that Peter doesn't understand, but he trusts that if he ever wants to know, most likely Magnus would answer his questions. It just doesn't seem too important to know. Maybe he just doesn't want to be like the people that whispered their own questions about him in his considerably shorter lifetime.
"Oh God, his voice," Peter gushes. He takes a sip of wine that slides warmly into his belly, relaxing him more with every drink, not that he's that wound tightly tonight anyway.
"Your turn!" Peter hopes that Magnus will share some of what he did with his Bohemian time, but it's a new friendship and despite all of their progress and ignoring of polite society's rules, he's still moderately afraid of overstepping his bounds.
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"You were there," Peter says, more confirming it to himself. It occurs to him that he's gaping a little, and he has the good sense to blush, once again. "I always forget you're not just, like, a few years older than me." It sounds so stupid, but it's true: there is very little that is more important to Peter than connection in this new life he leads and they've already forged that. There are a great many things about Magnus that Peter doesn't understand, but he trusts that if he ever wants to know, most likely Magnus would answer his questions. It just doesn't seem too important to know. Maybe he just doesn't want to be like the people that whispered their own questions about him in his considerably shorter lifetime.
"Oh God, his voice," Peter gushes. He takes a sip of wine that slides warmly into his belly, relaxing him more with every drink, not that he's that wound tightly tonight anyway.
"Your turn!" Peter hopes that Magnus will share some of what he did with his Bohemian time, but it's a new friendship and despite all of their progress and ignoring of polite society's rules, he's still moderately afraid of overstepping his bounds.