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( well, Daylight, you and your suspect food have found the perfect audience. on arrival (dream arrival? it's complicated), Peter had definitely eaten a jello casserole with tuna in it. his stomach is bigger than his sense, and while Peter misses his aunt and her cooking, not every meal she made was a winner and he'd eaten it all, anyway. is moving pancakes too weird for him to try consuming it? chances aren't actually that good.

Peter frowns, a match of weary and some personal discomfort with the mention of disappearing-disappearing. he's seen that happen to a fake-parent of his own already, and it stings a little more when paired with fifteen year old memories of his father willing him to be good and disappearing into the rain with his tearful mother, neither of them to be seen again. he vaguely remembers speaking with Agatha and technically he has no good reason to feel guilty that she's gone, his sour luck with parental figures can't extend to someone that would have been his not-mother. but Peter is good at feeling guilty.

he makes a quiet note to touch base with Da Vinci, see if she's okay. she might be better off without him, all things considered.

Peter takes the plate of pancakes, mildly concerned that they'll pick up and wander off the plate if they see him coming at them with an eating utensil. maybe he'll microwave it first. ) Okay. ( Peter doesn't have so much questions as just, statements, apparently. ) Look, I'm not a kid, I promise you don't have to worry about me. I've got a job, I can help out if you ask. I'll try not to stay out late or anything.

[ it takes daylight a few seconsd to realise what peter had said, blinking a few times before it sinks in and- oh.

smiling nervously but appearing to be good-natured still, daylight raises his hands and waves them back and forth, shaking his head in polite disagreement-agreement. ] Oh no- Um- You don't need to worry about that, buddy. It's cool! We're house buddies and house buddies have to trust each other, you know?

Like... I don't think I have any right to fuss over you or the others here so, um, don't worry about me trying to trail you or anything. Not when I did a lot of stuff when I was younger not too long ago. [ he won't lie - he is still surprised he's considered an adult in this town but is doing his best here. because whoof. looking back now, after everything in his life and while in this town?

meddy and his family had the patience of saints or knew saints to put up with him. seems only right to pay it back by doing right by others. ] I can't promise to not worry about you because we're on the same boat and we know what this town is capable of but I won't condescend you. Like you said, you're not a kid. You're a guy who's going to need backup and I want to help you out in that aspect.

If you want, I can give you a tour of the house while you eat- [ oh no, daylight is actually expecting peter to eat the dubious food he made? rest well, peter's stomach. ] -and show you where you can get supplies like medicine or extra things like batteries or blankets. In case you need it or you know friends who need it.

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