[it takes peter a second before he pushes away from the tree, shoves his hands into his pockets and falls into step beside isaac. this, he's pretty sure, will keep, at least until things settle. so he takes a breath that burns his nose and down his throat, tilts his head and offers isaac a hopeful, puppyish face. peter's not actually hungry, but that doesn't really matter.]
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Ooh? What's for dinner?