[There is a guilt there, a guilt at giving up the glasses so quickly when he promised. But the guilt doesn't last long. Not when Peter looks at Rue, and knows they wouldn't hurt him. They wouldn't turn on him in the way Quentin Beck did. They wouldn't mock him for being trusting, or needing other people.
That has never been Rue. That will never be Rue. They have only ever fostered trust and caring.
He's not giving up responsibility. He's sharing it. There is a difference therein.
He places the glasses case into their paw. His fingertips stick to the case absently before he refocuses enough to properly let go.] Please. I trust you.
[He hesitates for a long moment.] Do... you think, I'll ever grow into it?
[Its a nervous kind of question. A teenager, a child, seeking some kind of assurance.]
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That has never been Rue. That will never be Rue. They have only ever fostered trust and caring.
He's not giving up responsibility. He's sharing it. There is a difference therein.
He places the glasses case into their paw. His fingertips stick to the case absently before he refocuses enough to properly let go.] Please. I trust you.
[He hesitates for a long moment.] Do... you think, I'll ever grow into it?
[Its a nervous kind of question. A teenager, a child, seeking some kind of assurance.]