[Is he alright? Peter's first reaction upon receiving the text is to snort lightly. What does Dr. Banner mean, exactly? Is it...
A. Are you all right after learning that the thing I kept from you was a potentially fatal secret?
B. Are you all right after finding out that the man who killed your girlfriend's father, your once-friend and only connection to your parents, is here and out to murder you? (Bonus points for letting him escape.)
C. Are you all right after realizing that my affliction is disturbingly, painfully similarly to that of Dr. Connors, turning someone you respected into someone you're not sure you can trust?
D. Are you all right after having your torso mauled, your leg ripped up, your trachea squeezed and then being left by someone you thought was your friend to deal with it on your own?
E. All of the above.
Peter was not alright.
He'd decided not to reply to the text at all, but like most things that bugged him, he just couldn't get it out of his head. Maybe it was guilt-- wasn't it immature not to write back, to the guy that might have saved your life?
Granted, was saving someone's life nixed by leaving them to die right after? He'd lost a lot of blood, he'd been in a serious amount of pain and someone else had come to help him.
Peter wasn't so sure.
He assumed Dr. Banner didn't want to talk about what had happened because, yeah, clearly between the two of them here... Peter was the suspicious one. Right.
About a day and a half after receiving that text, he finally fires off a reply.]
Thanks for your help.
[There. Now maybe he at least didn't have to feel guilty; though he likely would, anyway. The bad mood wasn't blowing over any time soon.]
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[TEXT] -- A day and a half later;;;
Date: 2013-03-10 08:16 pm (UTC)A. Are you all right after learning that the thing I kept from you was a potentially fatal secret?
B. Are you all right after finding out that the man who killed your girlfriend's father, your once-friend and only connection to your parents, is here and out to murder you? (Bonus points for letting him escape.)
C. Are you all right after realizing that my affliction is disturbingly, painfully similarly to that of Dr. Connors, turning someone you respected into someone you're not sure you can trust?
D. Are you all right after having your torso mauled, your leg ripped up, your trachea squeezed and then being left by someone you thought was your friend to deal with it on your own?
E. All of the above.
Peter was not alright.
He'd decided not to reply to the text at all, but like most things that bugged him, he just couldn't get it out of his head. Maybe it was guilt-- wasn't it immature not to write back, to the guy that might have saved your life?
Granted, was saving someone's life nixed by leaving them to die right after? He'd lost a lot of blood, he'd been in a serious amount of pain and someone else had come to help him.
Peter wasn't so sure.
He assumed Dr. Banner didn't want to talk about what had happened because, yeah, clearly between the two of them here... Peter was the suspicious one. Right.
About a day and a half after receiving that text, he finally fires off a reply.]
Thanks for your help.
[There. Now maybe he at least didn't have to feel guilty;
though he likely would, anyway.The bad mood wasn't blowing over any time soon.]