[peter looks up at isaac, brow furrowed, face openly confused. he's completely lost, seemingly not only on a different page than isaac but possibly in a different book entirely.]
What? Get what...huh?
[he's tired, and it takes him a second, but it finally clicks. the forced smile, the weird, defensive posture, the defeat in isaac's expression.]
Isaac...no. I don't know what you think I'm thinking, but no.
[he moves slowly, because god knows isaac seems to be bracing for something. what he gets, though, is a hug.]
[action]
What? Get what...huh?
[he's tired, and it takes him a second, but it finally clicks. the forced smile, the weird, defensive posture, the defeat in isaac's expression.]
Isaac...no. I don't know what you think I'm thinking, but no.
[he moves slowly, because god knows isaac seems to be bracing for something. what he gets, though, is a hug.]