[If Peter were not already terribly worried, this would be worrisome. But he has already begun to suspect the worst. Jon's behavior just confirms it.]
Thank you.
[So. He sits down at the table across from Jon. Silent for a moment or two, taking him in. Taking everything in. One hand reaches halfway across the table, and then stops.]
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Thank you.
[So. He sits down at the table across from Jon. Silent for a moment or two, taking him in. Taking everything in. One hand reaches halfway across the table, and then stops.]
Am I allowed to touch you? Or is that too much?