[ When she almost jumps out of her skin Peter raises both hands in a placating sort of gesture, one that says, “Whoa there, don’t punch me.”
But she calms down without his input, and he lowers his hands when she addresses him properly. He’s still watching her face even as she lifts up the pages, his own expression caught somewhere between puzzled and pensive, but he looks at the parchment in her hands, covered in writing. ]
Really?
[ And he sounds more curious than concerned. Sorry, Diana. ]
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But she calms down without his input, and he lowers his hands when she addresses him properly. He’s still watching her face even as she lifts up the pages, his own expression caught somewhere between puzzled and pensive, but he looks at the parchment in her hands, covered in writing. ]
Really?
[ And he sounds more curious than concerned. Sorry, Diana. ]
Are you sure?