[ They exit the restaurant, Peter keeping his head low to avoid drawing further attention -- last thing he wants is to be stopped at the door by a well-meaning citizen, wanting to tell them how thankful he is, about the family he and his team had saved. Normally he'd eat it up. It was nice to be reminded, every once in a while, that you aren't such a total fuck up. Today? It's wasting his time and fraying at his already worn nerves.
He keeps his hands in his pockets as they walk; he's leading them to one of the many nearby parks, and he's hoping that the late hour means it'll be far less populated. He toys with the small box in his coat pocket, twisting it and spinning it and just-- doing anything with it except actually pulling it out. Now's not the right time, he thinks. There hasn't been a good time all night, and it's been frustrating.
He should've had a better plan than, "Wait for the right moment." ]
Hey, um. [ He clears his throat when his voice comes out a little pinched, then rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. ] Sorry about back there. Didn't-- really think it'd be that bad. The people, I mean. Like, um. Maybe we should've gone to a bar.
[ Yeah, that would've been real romantic, Quill. ]
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[ They exit the restaurant, Peter keeping his head low to avoid drawing further attention -- last thing he wants is to be stopped at the door by a well-meaning citizen, wanting to tell them how thankful he is, about the family he and his team had saved. Normally he'd eat it up. It was nice to be reminded, every once in a while, that you aren't such a total fuck up. Today? It's wasting his time and fraying at his already worn nerves.
He keeps his hands in his pockets as they walk; he's leading them to one of the many nearby parks, and he's hoping that the late hour means it'll be far less populated. He toys with the small box in his coat pocket, twisting it and spinning it and just-- doing anything with it except actually pulling it out. Now's not the right time, he thinks. There hasn't been a good time all night, and it's been frustrating.
He should've had a better plan than, "Wait for the right moment." ]
Hey, um. [ He clears his throat when his voice comes out a little pinched, then rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. ] Sorry about back there. Didn't-- really think it'd be that bad. The people, I mean. Like, um. Maybe we should've gone to a bar.
[ Yeah, that would've been real romantic, Quill. ]