Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

Maybe... but this isn't the smartest idea, is it? Me 'n'-- me and you?

[ He doesn't turn completely to her, preferring instead to continue casting her sidelong glances -- not of distrust, not anymore, but something shy and tentative. He manages, at least, a small smile. ]

Stupid's kinda what I do, though.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She lets out a little laugh at that. ] So I noticed.

But... for the sake of argument, what would "me and you" entail, exactly?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He can't help a quiet chuckle. ]

Are we forming another contract? Do I need to read another incantation to court a Siren?

[phaselocknroll]

[ she gives him a flat look ]

Humor me, please.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He deflates a little -- in all honesty, he's new at this, too -- but at least he knows the general idea, he guesses; he's not sure, exactly, what Maya knows about these types of things. ]

You 'n' me would be-- I don't know. I imagine we try the friend thing for longer, get to know each other better, since this is probably... weird, for both of us.

Then I imagine you'll suffer through a few awkward attempts of my flirtation, maybe me tryin' to sneak in another kiss or two?

[ He trails off again and awkwardly pulls a hand through his hair. His eyes wander the cave for a few seconds before he turns to her, earnest when before he was guarded. ]

I don't know where this is going to lead us, but-- spending these past couple weeks with you? They've been... great. Really great. I wouldn't give 'em up for anything. I like you, Maya, as a friend, but-- maybe more than that? I don't know. But what I do know is, I'd take that hit for you every time.

So-- so if nothing else, if romance doesn't end up being our thing, I want us to at least stay partners. Friends.

[phaselocknroll]

I... that seems acceptable. [ and dangerous, but... and she may regret this later, she wants to see where this goes. To see if her affections aren't misplaced. ]

Friends, then? Partners.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He relaxes, then, letting his weight sink against the wall. ]

Yeah, definitely.

Think we'll be seein' anymore of your old friends?

[phaselocknroll]

The Order? [ she frowns, leaning back against the cave wall herself ] I don't know. It's certainly possible, though I wouldn't put it past Mordo to seek revenge on his own, either.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He exhales a breath -- something a little softer than a sigh. ]

Scale of one to ten -- one being a walk in the park, ten being we should bury a really deep hole and hide. How worried should we be?

[phaselocknroll]

Ah. Well, if the Order really is after me... eight, possibly?

[nostalgiabomb]

Eight.

[ He seems to chew this over, letting his head fall back against the rough stone. ]

... At least it's not a solid nine. That's kind where I was expecting it to be.

[phaselocknroll]

I did just take Mordo out of the equation. He's worth a point all on his own.

... The more I think about it, the more I'm surprised that you're not dead. That would've killed anyone else.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs a little tiredly -- if he were entirely honest, there was a quick moment there, as the electricity surged through his system (and he spares a quick moment to tamp down the memory of how much it fucking hurt), that he definitely thought, "Welp, this is it."

He won't tell her that, though.

Instead, he flashes her a confused sort of smile, one that can't tell if it wants to be reassuring or cocky. ]

Let's be fair, it was meant for you. Maybe he just wanted to incapacitate, get you under control.

[phaselocknroll]

I guess in the end, all that matters is that you did survive.

Are you feeling all right?

[nostalgiabomb]

Just feeling tired. That's all.

[ And here he gives her a smirk. ] I just woke up, and we had something like an argument, reconciled, and had some sort of weird, emotional breakthrough. Not bad for being awake less than hour, right?

[phaselocknroll]

[ She actually laughs at that. Good job, Peter. ] I'd say it's been a busy day already.

[nostalgiabomb]

Mister Productive, that's me.

[ He leans forward, pulling his knees up a little to rest his elbows on them. ]

We should probably find a new place to hide out, right? Keep the Order off our scent.

[phaselocknroll]

Eat something, first. It may not seem it, but we're quite the distance from that town. We have some time, and I'd rather not travel until you're completely ready.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'm ready whenever you are. Safer to stay on the move, right?

[phaselocknroll]

If I recall, someone had a difficult time just walking a moment ago.

[nostalgiabomb]

I didn't have trouble walking. [ For a moment, based on the way the corners of his mouth are drawn down and the way his eyebrows are furrowed, one might be able to call his expression petulant. ]

I had trouble standing. Difference.

[phaselocknroll]

Unless you suddenly possess the means to fly, you cannot do one without the other, Peter.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He doesn't reply, but he does grumble a little at that, something that may sound suspiciously like, ] Just had to bring logic into this.

[phaselocknroll]

Sorry to rain on your parade.

[nostalgiabomb]

You're the healer. I guess I should defer to your expertise.

Just don't want us caught unawares, that's all.