[Peter meets her gaze with a similarly sharp look behind his own eyes, still boiling over under the surface but holding it in. He's not sure what he's more mad at, her and the fight or that he doesn't think this bothered her at all. That he knows it probably doesn't, because she went and fucked with her own head and that pisses him off to no end. He wants his sister back.
Teeth clenched like the fist at his side, he feels the floorboards shudder under him and it's unnerving - his sister actually inspires a wariness in him that wasn't there before. It's a feeling he doesn't enjoy, that sense of danger from the one person in life you thought you had complete trust in - (a version of) your other half - and it couples with the negativity from her lack of emotion to really sour him for the moment.
He doesn't have anything to say - the words aren't there and if they were, it's not worth saying them. He simply shakes his head, turning to walk away and find another drink to toss back to numb whatever's making his chest feel tight with tension.]
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Teeth clenched like the fist at his side, he feels the floorboards shudder under him and it's unnerving - his sister actually inspires a wariness in him that wasn't there before. It's a feeling he doesn't enjoy, that sense of danger from the one person in life you thought you had complete trust in - (a version of) your other half - and it couples with the negativity from her lack of emotion to really sour him for the moment.
He doesn't have anything to say - the words aren't there and if they were, it's not worth saying them. He simply shakes his head, turning to walk away and find another drink to toss back to numb whatever's making his chest feel tight with tension.]