[This moment was long, long overdue. He'd been waiting for it and beginning to worry it wouldn't come to pass. They say people come back here, more reliably than when they port out, which is the biggest display of irony he could find. But as days went by and his sister didn't reappear, Peter began to fearfully doubt that she would. Maybe like Jean she'd just... be gone, possibly forever. Maybe she'd resurface like Jean, a different version - one who forgot all their times together here, too.
But thoughts like that vanish when he hears her voice in his head, snapping him to attention. He smiles, doing absolutely nothing of worth but watching a frozen burrito cook in the microwave, and leans back against a counter with the... strongest wave of relief he's felt in a long while.
Fuck. He lolls his head back, rubbing his hands over his face.
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But thoughts like that vanish when he hears her voice in his head, snapping him to attention. He smiles, doing absolutely nothing of worth but watching a frozen burrito cook in the microwave, and leans back against a counter with the... strongest wave of relief he's felt in a long while.
Fuck. He lolls his head back, rubbing his hands over his face.
Wan? That's you, right? ]