[ Michael Jackson isn't real, either. Peter has to remind himself of that when the quick, possessive streak rears its head again, always over the dumbest things — songs, references, home.
There's a stilted pause while he moves past it, voice relaxed when he answers. ]
Or maybe they just pulled him early. Maybe he's down at that party, right now. You ever think of that?
[ That isn't how it works. He's aware. He's saying it just to be contrary, stepping forward in one long easy stride to lean his elbows onto the railing right beside her, close. ]
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There's a stilted pause while he moves past it, voice relaxed when he answers. ]
Or maybe they just pulled him early. Maybe he's down at that party, right now. You ever think of that?
[ That isn't how it works. He's aware. He's saying it just to be contrary, stepping forward in one long easy stride to lean his elbows onto the railing right beside her, close. ]