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peter nods – yes, he’s aware. the next part draws him up short. truthfully, he’s been half-expecting this moment for a while. it makes sense, of course, that eventually some alternate universe child of his would show up. it’s happening to everyone else, so peter’s due for some earth-shaking news. he’s not sure he wants kids in this life, and it’s hard to wrap his head around any version of himself with his shit far enough together to consider it, but. hey. stranger things have happened, technically. he’s mulling over a silent freak out for a full twenty seconds before he responds. “ well, okay. ” he wipes suddenly sweating palms on the fabric of his pants. “ i mean – very cool, cool name. i – dad me – picked that out, right ?? did you have any siblings ?? ” his voice has only pitched up about two and a half octaves, so he’s doing okay. relatively speaking.
june had a feeling something like this would happen, even in her own universe with all the brave faces her father put on, she could always sense that he was an anxious man. and in this universe, it somehow feels even more noticable in a way that has her heart aching for her own version of her dad and it makes her eyes water before she quickly brushes them away. “ yeah, you did. you always told me it was after my great aunt. but pops said you were just worried it was too on the nose to call me may. “ she laughs shakily at that. “ no, i, uh, never got any siblings. just the one. “
