( he has no ridiculous hangups about cider, so Peter accepts it. the warmth is nice on cold hands, colder than he'd ever expect in California for sure. his brow lines as he considers what that means, alternate identities and people that were there one minute, gone the next. )
No, she's still here. I wonder what that means for your wife. Not wife. ( Peter makes a bemused face. this is so awkward to talk about. and that's without counting how awkward Peter makes talking about everything.
once he recovers, he adds, ) I hope she's okay. ( he'd been worried about Lorna for the longest, while simultaneously wondering if she was even real. it had been grounding and reassuring to find her again, in one relative piece. )
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No, she's still here. I wonder what that means for your wife. Not wife. ( Peter makes a bemused face. this is so awkward to talk about. and that's without counting how awkward Peter makes talking about everything.
once he recovers, he adds, ) I hope she's okay. ( he'd been worried about Lorna for the longest, while simultaneously wondering if she was even real. it had been grounding and reassuring to find her again, in one relative piece. )