[Sally doesn't have the chance to respond to his question about what she'd like to do, her pondering cut off by the response she hears...to her own thoughts. This stops her short, and Sally stares openly at Peter, completely boggled.]
[Peter simply....raises a hand to his forehead, rubbing it back and forth. Of course it couldn't just be simple. He'd been fine with a general sense of compulsion to want to be nearby Sally. But no, it's more than that.
What a mess. I'll have to be very careful. It's a good thing I have practice with not- no, don't think that.]
He cuts himself off mentally and very firmly pictures...space. Just....space. A black nothingness that hopefully prevents any transmissible thought.]
[Sally, in comparison, seems utterly incapable of shutting off her facet of thoughts, giving him a completely open stream-of-consciousness style panic.]
God, I'm sorry. This is my fault, I was just trying...I mean, I thought we could...
[Bonding, seriously? Well, now he's gonna know every annoying little aspect about you, Oink, because you just had to go and play around with anything the city--stop, stop thinking, christ!]
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What the fuck?
[What the fuck?]
Did you hear...did I hear...?
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What a mess. I'll have to be very careful. It's a good thing I have practice with not- no, don't think that.]
He cuts himself off mentally and very firmly pictures...space. Just....space. A black nothingness that hopefully prevents any transmissible thought.]
I'm....afraid so. I think.
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God, I'm sorry. This is my fault, I was just trying...I mean, I thought we could...
[Bonding, seriously? Well, now he's gonna know every annoying little aspect about you, Oink, because you just had to go and play around with anything the city--stop, stop thinking, christ!]