both of peter’s morning classes seemed to pass in a blur , his mind anywhere but business and economics ; plans to meet mallory for lunch the only thing he could think about . when he makes it to the diner he sits outside for longer than necessary , pulling in a deep breath through his nose before walking through the door and maneuvering through small groups of people . ❝ hey , mal , ❞ hesitation evident in his voice --- it already sounded far too much like the beginning of an end , and maybe , in theory , it was . this conversation was much more see where it goes than it was thoroughly thought out , a fact that peter was beginning to regret . they find privacy in the form of a booth separated from the people she’d been studying with , and peter rests his arms on the table and cracks his knuckles nervously . ❝ i need to tell you something ( . . . ) ❞
﹠ ﹔ @brllliance : peter and mallory . — starter call. ↳ ( now playing . . . ) cry by cigarettes after sex
