Well — [ peter ventures a glance around them again, that rhythmic twist of space and object — is this real real, or just dimensionally real? — as if to only now realize the extent of his intervention. ] — kinda?
[ said by someone who can evidently see he may have gotten a tiny bit carried away and now that the reason why he came here at all was standing in front of him — wearing an expression that was starkly familiar and very much incredulous — peter's apprehension was starting to spike, wide eyed and not unlike a deer caught in the headlights.
this was a bad idea. this was actually a really bad idea if stephen strange didn't remember him. except there was several indications that he might, in fact, know exactly who he is.
which, again, good and bad because time didn't work the same way here but that didn't mean that the multiverse didn't hold its reaches and oh no his house, he made a huge mess of his mind house — ]
I'm sorry — [ hurriedly, filling in the spaces of short silence, sidestepping another rolling bookshelf and trying to steady it. Except the floor is already rotating and they seem, for the moment, to be stuck where they are. ] — you put me in the Mirror Dimension before — [ put, an oversimplification of events as his mind visibly scrambles to pull himself together. ] — and I was waiting, for you, so I wanted to see if the math could translate in here and it could but —
— I just wanted to stop by and talk to you, actually. I can - um - I can put this back? [ books lurch, a bit quick and a bit panicked, before they twirl into vector equilibrium. ]
eh, ok maybe just like a lil bit
[ said by someone who can evidently see he may have gotten a tiny bit carried away and now that the reason why he came here at all was standing in front of him — wearing an expression that was starkly familiar and very much incredulous — peter's apprehension was starting to spike, wide eyed and not unlike a deer caught in the headlights.
this was a bad idea. this was actually a really bad idea if stephen strange didn't remember him. except there was several indications that he might, in fact, know exactly who he is.
which, again, good and bad because time didn't work the same way here but that didn't mean that the multiverse didn't hold its reaches and oh no his house, he made a huge mess of his mind house — ]
I'm sorry — [ hurriedly, filling in the spaces of short silence, sidestepping another rolling bookshelf and trying to steady it. Except the floor is already rotating and they seem, for the moment, to be stuck where they are. ] — you put me in the Mirror Dimension before — [ put, an oversimplification of events as his mind visibly scrambles to pull himself together. ] — and I was waiting, for you, so I wanted to see if the math could translate in here and it could but —
— I just wanted to stop by and talk to you, actually. I can - um - I can put this back? [ books lurch, a bit quick and a bit panicked, before they twirl into vector equilibrium. ]