[ Things go much more smoothly, now that he’s trying to keep a lid on that complicated coil of— whatever the hell that all is. For a while, he decides that keeping chatter to a minimum to focus on staying calm is the best course of action. In the quiet, though, he loses his cool, here and there, when his focus slips, or when things get a little too quiet that he’s alone with his thoughts. The third time the ship dips, Peter lets out an irritated sound, grunting with the effort of correcting its course. ]
Can we talk about something?
[ A bit of frustration bleeds into his voice, though he takes another deep breath. ]
no subject
Can we talk about something?
[ A bit of frustration bleeds into his voice, though he takes another deep breath. ]
Anything. It’s just— too quiet.