[ It takes him a couple weeks after his talk with Fern to actually do this. He's not intentionally trying to hold off from it, but so much has been happening; the town's falling to pieces, people have been drifting in and out of Luna's place and he's been trying to take care of them, along with the Waste situation, and then.... watching a Waste of himself — a version fully possessed by Paimon — die... Trying to remotely process some of what that meant. What that Paimon told him. The fact that he'd seen his little sister in the demon's eyes before he'd bled out.
Peter's been in a pretty weird state, as of late. (Who the hell hasn't?) But there comes a quiet afternoon, and finally he sits down on his bed and leaves a message for Varian. His voice is its usual soft, nervous state, but a little bit even more so. This is hard; it's always hard. He doesn't like talking about Paimon at all, and it's especially nerve-racking addressing it with someone he doesn't know too well. ]
Hey Varian, this is Peter. Um, Peter Graham. I— I know this is kind of out of nowhere, but Fern told me what happened at prom, and I um. I wanted to talk to you. To apologise. But if it's okay, I'd like to do it in person — or in real time, I mean. I know the town's all crazy; meeting in person's kind of... hard.
[ A beat, as he takes an anxious breath. ]
So if it's okay, you could just call me back whenever you want to. Or text me or something, whatever's— comfortable for you.
You don't have to if you don't want to. If not, just know that I'm... I'm really sorry. I don't know how to... warn people about what's wrong with me. About... him. But I should have.
[ After his anxious rambling message, he finally hangs up, releases a sigh. He's certainly not the best at this. At trying to mend things. In fact, he's always suited the opposite, hasn't he? He's the person that ruins things.
But.... he wants to try, even if it's been quite some time and maybe Varian's not even bothered about it at all anymore; he doesn't know. It's still something that Peter feels a certain responsibility for, and he's not hiding away from that concept this time. ]
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Peter's been in a pretty weird state, as of late. (Who the hell hasn't?) But there comes a quiet afternoon, and finally he sits down on his bed and leaves a message for Varian. His voice is its usual soft, nervous state, but a little bit even more so. This is hard; it's always hard. He doesn't like talking about Paimon at all, and it's especially nerve-racking addressing it with someone he doesn't know too well. ]
Hey Varian, this is Peter. Um, Peter Graham. I— I know this is kind of out of nowhere, but Fern told me what happened at prom, and I um. I wanted to talk to you. To apologise. But if it's okay, I'd like to do it in person — or in real time, I mean. I know the town's all crazy; meeting in person's kind of... hard.
[ A beat, as he takes an anxious breath. ]
So if it's okay, you could just call me back whenever you want to. Or text me or something, whatever's— comfortable for you.
You don't have to if you don't want to. If not, just know that I'm... I'm really sorry. I don't know how to... warn people about what's wrong with me. About... him. But I should have.
[ After his anxious rambling message, he finally hangs up, releases a sigh. He's certainly not the best at this. At trying to mend things. In fact, he's always suited the opposite, hasn't he? He's the person that ruins things.
But.... he wants to try, even if it's been quite some time and maybe Varian's not even bothered about it at all anymore; he doesn't know. It's still something that Peter feels a certain responsibility for, and he's not hiding away from that concept this time. ]