Not the extent, but I... I knew I was hurting people. My victims. The coma was when I figured out they weren't just my own nightmares. I knew that waking up meant those people would keep suffering. They'll never stop suffering. Not until I die or they do.
What's the value of a life? If you knew your life was contingent on the continued, inescapable misery of other people, would you choose to keep it?
Peter's gaze drops to where he's still holding Jon's hand. Jon has called himself selfish for wanting to survive. Peter...doesn't like to hear someone that he has so many feelings about talking about themselves like that. But if he looks at it objectively perhaps...
It complicates matters that Peter himself can be a selfish creature. He is willing to admit that he is a selfish creature.]
I...don't know. But I know I'm happy you survived.
[Even if that survival means the pain of others. Peter is not entirely a moral man. And never claimed to be.]
[Jon huffs a sigh and squeezes Peter's hand gently.]
Me, too. Some days.
[Not all or even most, but some.]
I'm trying to make it right where I can... just do better where I can't. Part of doing better is having a reason to be better. You've become one of them. So... thanks for that?
[Peter doesn't know how he feels about being thanked for this, the same what he didn't know how he felt about being thanked for not caring about Jon's asexuality. So: his tone is just a little bit light, even as he lifts his gaze and smiles a bit at Jon.]
I think I can count on one hand the times I've been someone's good influence. That's novel.
I would like to keep things a little more interesting for you. I'm sure you're fully aware that I'm an incredibly boring person with an ordinary office job and all that.
[It's all got to be quite a lot and he needs something to break the tension.]
[It does break the tension a bit. At least, Peter chuckles and finally drops Jon's hand. Though not before he brushes his thumb over his knuckles softly and fondly.]
Yes, you're very mundane. But at least there are other reasons to like you.
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Not the extent, but I... I knew I was hurting people. My victims. The coma was when I figured out they weren't just my own nightmares. I knew that waking up meant those people would keep suffering. They'll never stop suffering. Not until I die or they do.
What's the value of a life? If you knew your life was contingent on the continued, inescapable misery of other people, would you choose to keep it?
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Peter's gaze drops to where he's still holding Jon's hand. Jon has called himself selfish for wanting to survive. Peter...doesn't like to hear someone that he has so many feelings about talking about themselves like that. But if he looks at it objectively perhaps...
It complicates matters that Peter himself can be a selfish creature. He is willing to admit that he is a selfish creature.]
I...don't know. But I know I'm happy you survived.
[Even if that survival means the pain of others. Peter is not entirely a moral man. And never claimed to be.]
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Me, too. Some days.
[Not all or even most, but some.]
I'm trying to make it right where I can... just do better where I can't. Part of doing better is having a reason to be better. You've become one of them. So... thanks for that?
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[Peter doesn't know how he feels about being thanked for this, the same what he didn't know how he felt about being thanked for not caring about Jon's asexuality. So: his tone is just a little bit light, even as he lifts his gaze and smiles a bit at Jon.]
I think I can count on one hand the times I've been someone's good influence. That's novel.
[...He squeezes back just the same.]
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[It's all got to be quite a lot and he needs something to break the tension.]
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Yes, you're very mundane. But at least there are other reasons to like you.
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