( his gaze rests on her when she says that she doesn't know if it's the place or if it's her. he doesn't know her — any her — well enough to offer words of comfort or support, or even conjecture on which it could be.
there's a part of him that thinks that if they'd done something to her, then they'd have been able to do something about the curse. it's not, then, that he thinks it's the former, that it's the place, it's just a little something-something to keep in mind regarding how much of the truth they've been given.
he doesn't have powers to miss, but he has noticed the distinct lack of his helmet and his element gun. either-or would have been a great boon with the door, so of course he doesn't have either.
he steps in front of the door, looking it over from the hinges to the handle to the lock and the couple-ish of centimetres gap between the door and the frame. it's not the first time he's been imprisoned somewhere and he's positive it won't be the last, and he's seen way more secure-looking cells than a cheap motel door.
which really doesn't help with the 'leaving' part of the equation. )
You notice the letter doesn't actually tell us why we're in here? ( he half-asks, half-comments. "you may be wondering", it says, and d'ast right he is, before it goes on to talk about blood and do precisely zero explaining of the why. ) You're not squeamish are you? ( an actual question this time, rather than commentary.
whilst he's not, strictly speaking, happy about the escape method proposed in the letter, peter's (in)voluntarily provided a hell of a lot more blood than the equivalent of a handprint before, on more occasions than he can count; and as far as he's concerned, it's not a question as to who'll provide the blood. )
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there's a part of him that thinks that if they'd done something to her, then they'd have been able to do something about the curse. it's not, then, that he thinks it's the former, that it's the place, it's just a little something-something to keep in mind regarding how much of the truth they've been given.
he doesn't have powers to miss, but he has noticed the distinct lack of his helmet and his element gun. either-or would have been a great boon with the door, so of course he doesn't have either.
he steps in front of the door, looking it over from the hinges to the handle to the lock and the couple-ish of centimetres gap between the door and the frame. it's not the first time he's been imprisoned somewhere and he's positive it won't be the last, and he's seen way more secure-looking cells than a cheap motel door.
which really doesn't help with the 'leaving' part of the equation. )
You notice the letter doesn't actually tell us why we're in here? ( he half-asks, half-comments. "you may be wondering", it says, and d'ast right he is, before it goes on to talk about blood and do precisely zero explaining of the why. ) You're not squeamish are you? ( an actual question this time, rather than commentary.
whilst he's not, strictly speaking, happy about the escape method proposed in the letter, peter's (in)voluntarily provided a hell of a lot more blood than the equivalent of a handprint before, on more occasions than he can count; and as far as he's concerned, it's not a question as to who'll provide the blood. )