[Peter sighs. That's the argument Jean had used on him.] I know. And, look, I'm not trying to push the guy out or whatever. It's just kind of hard to forget all the bad stuff.
[Of course, Peter could easily over look any legal wrongdoings. He's not as upset about the attempted end of the world as he is his own abandonment. Not being there was much harder to forgive.]
Sort of? Sometimes. [Peter groans. He hates feeling awkward. He supposes it's better to have this conversation with Kurt than some stranger.] Not like I go around talking about it. And it's not like it matters. Because, you know, J.
[He scowls and rubs his face.] Don't rub it in blue boy.
You should have seen my room back home. I don't clean. [Honestly, feel for his poor mother.] The people on the ship were crazy. Completely crazy.
I'm not saying you should. [Because he sometimes wonders why his biological parents had done away with him. Except, there's one small detail in his situation: he doesn't know who they are.] Given the circumstances, I'd be having a lot of conflicting emotions. Mostly anger, though.
[And that's not something he feels too often. At least, not when it comes to this subject. He prefers to leave it alone and pretend like it doesn't bother him; an unhealthy coping mechanism he's almost perfected.
Kurt nods with affirmation to show that he understands-- both about the boys and J.] I'm sure she keeps you monogamous, [he answers gently.
Ironic, since Peter's the one touching his face. He snorts, briefly cupping a hand around his mouth and nose to muffle the gauche noise.] From my point of view, you're the one rubbing it in.
Maybe I'll get a chance to, if we ever get back home.
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[Of course, Peter could easily over look any legal wrongdoings. He's not as upset about the attempted end of the world as he is his own abandonment. Not being there was much harder to forgive.]
Sort of? Sometimes. [Peter groans. He hates feeling awkward. He supposes it's better to have this conversation with Kurt than some stranger.] Not like I go around talking about it. And it's not like it matters. Because, you know, J.
[He scowls and rubs his face.] Don't rub it in blue boy.
You should have seen my room back home. I don't clean. [Honestly, feel for his poor mother.] The people on the ship were crazy. Completely crazy.
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[And that's not something he feels too often. At least, not when it comes to this subject. He prefers to leave it alone and pretend like it doesn't bother him; an unhealthy coping mechanism he's almost perfected.
Kurt nods with affirmation to show that he understands-- both about the boys and J.] I'm sure she keeps you monogamous, [he answers gently.
Ironic, since Peter's the one touching his face. He snorts, briefly cupping a hand around his mouth and nose to muffle the gauche noise.] From my point of view, you're the one rubbing it in.
Maybe I'll get a chance to, if we ever get back home.