[ sam doesn't quite know what he's opening up, when he asks, but he knows it's something. he's only been around peter for just a short while now and he can already tell how it's pulling at him. can already tell that it's big, that it's important, and that it's stress he's still learning how to shoulder. sam comes to a stop because they could put up this front all the way back to the apartment, or they could just get it out of the way here. out in the open. somewhere where peter wouldn't - necessarily - feel trapped.
he waits while peter looks back at him. while he searches sam's expression. and sam, in turn, searches his. part of him wonders what he's going to do if peter changes the subject, if he should push all this or if he should just let it go. but then something shifts in his expression, then peter's eyes drop, then he sniffs, then he says a lot and aunt may and it was my fault and sam feels the breath in his lungs leave him in one go. feels his heart break, just a bit. ]
Aw, kid. [ and it is genuine, it is quiet. peter keeps going and he mentions stephen strange and he knows there is so much more to this story. he knows that there was something larger, and probably more wildly magic related if stephen strange was the one who needed to step in and fix the mistakes, but sam doesn't really...okay. it's not fair to say he doesn't care, because he does. you kind of have to.
but peter was supposed to go to mit. peter had friends (probably, sam is assuming, pretty sure he remembers a girlfriend being mentioned...), had aunt may, had a life. and for all the age that he seems to be carrying with him, sam's still stuck on the way his voice had sounded around aunt may. sam leans down to set down the box, because whether or not this is called for, sam just can't...he can't. he's known this kid of a few weeks, max. maybe a couple of months. but he can't just sit and stew in this.
so sam steps forward and hugs him. a full, solid, tight kind of hug that says more than sam can bring to words. but he does speak, after a minute. because what do you say to someone when you lose a guardian? what is there to say? sam remembers what it felt like learning about his parents, how nothing anyone could say could do anything. how nothing helped. but he tries all the same. ]
no subject
he waits while peter looks back at him. while he searches sam's expression. and sam, in turn, searches his. part of him wonders what he's going to do if peter changes the subject, if he should push all this or if he should just let it go. but then something shifts in his expression, then peter's eyes drop, then he sniffs, then he says a lot and aunt may and it was my fault and sam feels the breath in his lungs leave him in one go. feels his heart break, just a bit. ]
Aw, kid. [ and it is genuine, it is quiet. peter keeps going and he mentions stephen strange and he knows there is so much more to this story. he knows that there was something larger, and probably more wildly magic related if stephen strange was the one who needed to step in and fix the mistakes, but sam doesn't really...okay. it's not fair to say he doesn't care, because he does. you kind of have to.
but peter was supposed to go to mit. peter had friends (probably, sam is assuming, pretty sure he remembers a girlfriend being mentioned...), had aunt may, had a life. and for all the age that he seems to be carrying with him, sam's still stuck on the way his voice had sounded around aunt may. sam leans down to set down the box, because whether or not this is called for, sam just can't...he can't. he's known this kid of a few weeks, max. maybe a couple of months. but he can't just sit and stew in this.
so sam steps forward and hugs him. a full, solid, tight kind of hug that says more than sam can bring to words. but he does speak, after a minute. because what do you say to someone when you lose a guardian? what is there to say? sam remembers what it felt like learning about his parents, how nothing anyone could say could do anything. how nothing helped. but he tries all the same. ]
I'm sorry about Aunt May.