“Sorry, I-…” he tacked on lamely, more than ready to go into a lengthier spiel of apologies about nothing in particular until he registered what she was saying and promptly bit his lip. And at a good time too, cause Peter was more than likely to apologize for apologizing on and on and on until… well, until forever, if it came down to it, there was everything and nothing that he felt sorry about. All of that didn’t make him any less embarrassed for the state of his affairs though, and were his mother still alive, likely she would be berating his illegible scribbles, he could even imagine her face as she did it, but sadly, that was the extent of that. Classes made him anxious that he wouldn’t get everything down that he needed to know if he didn’t write fast enough, so he wrote like he was running out of time. “I’ll try. I mean, I’d probably like to get at them way before exams, even, but between everything, I just never seem to have the time,” ironic, considering how he had more than enough time to daydream and dissociate as he pleased, but he couldn’t give that up for rewriting his notes. “I’ll definitely get to it though, don’t worry.” He nodded vigorously, excited that he’d impressed her with such a small thing. “Yeah! You gave me a whole bunch, I don’t think I’d ever get around to finishing them off while I’m here. My favorite are the orange ones.”
No, no, I insist! he would’ve said, had she not taken him completely by surprise - shock, even - at the sudden closing of the space between them and the intimacy of close contact. Heck, it wasn’t even close contact, it was skin on skin, enough that he could feel the warmth of her arm on his and, he was sure, she could feel the same, what with the way that he was burning up red hot with sheepishness. “Oh, uh…” Overwhelmed by all of it coming at him all at once: the touching, the questions, the movement, it took a while for Peter to peel it all apart sentence by sentence to figure out what he ought to say next. “I dunno, I guess like… do you really think that they’d get you you “match” like they said they would? I mean, it’s probably not the real real thing, right? And it’ll just be like, who chose the same answers as you and everything. Either way, I don’t think whoever gets me is gonna like me much, I’m thinking I might just skip it… or is that worse somehow?”
She nodded at the tentative plan, not wanting to press the issue of rewriting notes any more than she already had. She knew that would most likely just end up making him nervous, and then he’d never get around to actually doing it. She was just glad at his enthusiasm, even if it was put on just for her, at the orange sticky notes. This garnered a bright smile and a small chuckle. “I have the prettiest pastel orange ones, those are my favorite.”Â
She could feel his reaction to the physical contact, tensing and warming against her. She attributed it more to shock than to genuine discomfort, so she took the opportunity to respond at length as he took a breath and collected himself.
“Hm. I suppose it is rather surface level in that way. But, given the questions, you’d be paired with someone with the same basic interests and personality. Favorite classes and whether they’re outgoing or more private. Things like that. I honestly think we’ll probably end up knowing the person,” she said, matter-of-factly. It was clear she’d thought about this at length. She gasped audibly at the proposition of him not going at all, and swatted his arm lightly. “How can you even consider it? You have to go! At least for a little while. If you can’t stand the person, you can always leave early or stick to a friend. Even if they’re not your soul mate, I don’t think you’ll dislike each other. And, who knows? Maybe it will end up being your soul mate and you’ll have missed the opportunity to meet them. Besides, who could dislike you, Peter?”Â
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