[peter is tired of the moon already. or, more specifically, he's tired of being in one more place that feels and smells and just is plain old wrong, where it's always cramped and metallic and a body can never get outside. so when he walks past the open door and sees the outside inside, well. he's all over that.
the flowers don't interest him, and he walks right by where kevin is hiding without even seeing him. what peter wants is open space, grass and trees and wild things.
he knows they're not real, of course. but it's a hell of a lot better being flopped on pretend grass, pretend dew soaking into his clothes underneath a pretend sky than staring at the close, dark ceiling.]
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the flowers don't interest him, and he walks right by where kevin is hiding without even seeing him. what peter wants is open space, grass and trees and wild things.
he knows they're not real, of course. but it's a hell of a lot better being flopped on pretend grass, pretend dew soaking into his clothes underneath a pretend sky than staring at the close, dark ceiling.]