[ Mission accomplished, as far as Peter's concerned. He's noticed over the course of the past couple weeks that Maya, for whatever reason, was easily flustered, and he can't help smiling a little knowingly as he catches his shirt. ]
Yeah, I get it. It's fine.
[ He spares her anymore smartass comments, though he definitely queues them up for later, and pulls his shirt on. (The movement pulls at a slightly tender muscle at his side, but he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing.) He's gratified that the scarring is mostly covered by his clothes, but few of the lines peek out from beneath his collar. ]
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Yeah, I get it. It's fine.
[ He spares her anymore smartass comments, though he definitely queues them up for later, and pulls his shirt on. (The movement pulls at a slightly tender muscle at his side, but he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing.) He's gratified that the scarring is mostly covered by his clothes, but few of the lines peek out from beneath his collar. ]
So. Plan: eat, then move?