@despiterage // peter said: we could sit for hours in silence, and i'd still love the time we spent together because it was with you.
DMITRI-AS-HARRY SMILES. It’s a cold, malicious thing, this smile. He tries to give it some warmth, perhaps fails miserably—perhaps succeeds, as he can do no wrong in good old Peter’s eyes, it seems.
“Let’s not sit in silence,” Dmitri-as-Harry reassures Peter. “Let’s talk about something, anything else.”
He pauses, as if thoughtful, as if he has something more to say. Wait for it, Peter.
“You haven’t told me much about your parents,” he suggests cautiously. He knows it’s heavy. He only cares a little. “What were they like?”
















