[ peter tilts his head a little, almost like he's debating his response to that. he's pretty sure it looked like jason was trying to hide something, but he could have been mistaken; if he wasn't, it's obviously not something jason's interested in discussing, so peter's not going to push it.
(as long as it's nothing that's going to put them — them, as a collective, as a town, not just him and jason — in any more danger.)
—bullets. so jason's other weapon of choice was a gun, which— eh, not peter's favourite, if he's honest. effectiveness aside, he's glad that jason's got an alternative simply because the noise would only serve to broadcast their location.
his next question, then, had been going to be: so where are you heading? but it's cut short by the sudden, sharp pain at the base of his skull that signifies nothing good is about to happen. it's punctuated by a wince and a glance over his shoulder (it'd be nice if it served as gps, but alas.) ] There's something—.
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(as long as it's nothing that's going to put them — them, as a collective, as a town, not just him and jason — in any more danger.)
—bullets. so jason's other weapon of choice was a gun, which— eh, not peter's favourite, if he's honest. effectiveness aside, he's glad that jason's got an alternative simply because the noise would only serve to broadcast their location.
his next question, then, had been going to be: so where are you heading? but it's cut short by the sudden, sharp pain at the base of his skull that signifies nothing good is about to happen. it's punctuated by a wince and a glance over his shoulder (it'd be nice if it served as gps, but alas.) ] There's something—.