[the notion that enjoyment was even on the table appears to be something Blue hadn't grasped for himself, given the curious look fixed on Peter. he nearly forgets to mind his feet for how deftly and carefully he's being handled, held aloft from getting mired in the mess of sound and thought around them. being drawn nearer just reinforces Peter as the focal point in all of that - something Blue doesn't so often find others fixing for him, yet here's Peter, doing precisely that without fear.
baffled:] Why would you...speak to me...if it weren't for your own mission?
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baffled:] Why would you...speak to me...if it weren't for your own mission?