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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] alnifolia 2015-03-24 04:17 am (UTC)

[ Peter stays up for a while, going over the myriad ways he fucked up. He shouldn't have kissed her (even though he'd really wanted to). He shouldn't have stuck around as long as he did (but he wanted to make sure she was alright).

And that look on her face, when he pushed her away -- he had no idea what to do with that.

But it was just-- a drunken mistake. They'd had a good time, that night, and Kasumi was just-- a very friendly drunk, sometimes. And last night she was just. Extra friendly.

Sleep doesn't come easy, that night. At least the next morning, he only wakes up with a slight headache. And enough fidgety energy to power five small nations, which he tries to expend by pacing back and forth in his apartment. They did say, after all, that they would talk, come morning. But he wonders if she even remembers anything? In a way, he hopes not, if only to avoid the awkwardness between them.

(She was, after all, his best friend. And he's not entirely sure when that happened.)

He's surprised to get the text from her -- just a simple invitation, and while he hesitates to reply, it's only for an instant.

Be right over.

It's a few minutes later, and Peter makes himself decent -- t-shirt, jeans -- and heads over, and while he'd usually just walk right in, this time, he knocks. ]

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