[His reply isn't harsh, but it does come a little too quickly. Like it's just something he's used to saying rather than something that is actually true. It's half because he's focused on trying to break into some of these files, but that in itself is part of his habit of hyper-focusing on work in an effort to not think about his issues too hard.
What Ben says next makes him pause, and he glances over his shoulder.]
A picture? Like a photo?
[Sure enough, that seems to be what Ben's holding in his hand. Peter steps away from the console to join Ben and take a look at the picture for himself. The man in the photo looks familiar. Really familiar. But also kind of different. Peter's only like half aware that he's taking Ben by the wrist and tugging him closer to the light of the screens so that he can make out the photo better. All of his brain power is focused on trying to remember where he'd seen this dude before, don't mind him.
When it finally does dawn on him, all the color drains from his face. Now it's his turn to get that creeped out numbness feeling]
Oh my God. I know this guy. This is-- this is Joe. [He taps the photo like THERE HE IS RIGHT THERE and turns his attention to Ben.] He was from Anchor, like, before all of us. This guy Drake and I found him out in the... the uh, I dunno, wasteland, I guess. Only he was all fucked up and mutated, probably from all the radiation out there. He said he didn't wanna come back here, I don't... I don't know what this means.
[it means that Peter is confused and pissed and kind of scared, but shhhh. He goes back to staring at the picture, his grip on Ben's wrist not tight enough to hurt, but it's definitely not getting any looser. sorry dude.]
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[His reply isn't harsh, but it does come a little too quickly. Like it's just something he's used to saying rather than something that is actually true. It's half because he's focused on trying to break into some of these files, but that in itself is part of his habit of hyper-focusing on work in an effort to not think about his issues too hard.
What Ben says next makes him pause, and he glances over his shoulder.]
A picture? Like a photo?
[Sure enough, that seems to be what Ben's holding in his hand. Peter steps away from the console to join Ben and take a look at the picture for himself. The man in the photo looks familiar. Really familiar. But also kind of different. Peter's only like half aware that he's taking Ben by the wrist and tugging him closer to the light of the screens so that he can make out the photo better. All of his brain power is focused on trying to remember where he'd seen this dude before, don't mind him.
When it finally does dawn on him, all the color drains from his face. Now it's his turn to get that creeped out numbness feeling]
Oh my God. I know this guy. This is-- this is Joe. [He taps the photo like THERE HE IS RIGHT THERE and turns his attention to Ben.] He was from Anchor, like, before all of us. This guy Drake and I found him out in the... the uh, I dunno, wasteland, I guess. Only he was all fucked up and mutated, probably from all the radiation out there. He said he didn't wanna come back here, I don't... I don't know what this means.
[it means that Peter is confused and pissed and kind of scared, but shhhh. He goes back to staring at the picture, his grip on Ben's wrist not tight enough to hurt, but it's definitely not getting any looser. sorry dude.]