It's so frustrating that he nearly beans the Dreamberry across the room, before forcibly reminding himself what a bad idea that would be.
...He couldn't stop him? What a cop out. He should just admit that he was okay with it because it didn't matter.
Well it had mattered to Peter. He wished that he could just pretend it didn't, or tell himself that he hadn't enjoyed working with Dr. Banner, hadn't wanted to help him, hadn't wanted to be his friend (or, apparently more ridiculous still, thought he was).
With the way the guy had been acting, Peter seriously had to wonder why he'd even been hired.
That last one is hard to reply to, because he doesn't know how. He isn't sure how to say any of this, and he's embarrassed at the thought that he'll be laughed at, looking down on or just plain ignored. He wasn't used to having as many important people in his life as he did here, much less an actual adult who was interested in the same things he was and who thought of him as capable. So where exactly did he mess that up?]
Yeah, okay. Fine.
You gonna bother to tell me what I did wrong before I leave? Aside from Connors, I mean.
I didn't know he'd come to the hospital. Really. I didn't mean fort he place to get wrecked-- I'll pay for the damages as much as I can.
I messed that up, but
That's no reason to be a jerk.
[Or maybe it was.
There. That was the best he could do, though. If Dr. Banner wrote him off, then fine. He'd stop bugging the guy by replying.
He'd done his required job by inquiring after Peter's health. Nothing else would have to be said.]
[TEXT] -- it might actually be a good thing.
Just: OK, bye then.
It's so frustrating that he nearly beans the Dreamberry across the room, before forcibly reminding himself what a bad idea that would be.
...He couldn't stop him? What a cop out. He should just admit that he was okay with it because it didn't matter.
Well it had mattered to Peter. He wished that he could just pretend it didn't, or tell himself that he hadn't enjoyed working with Dr. Banner, hadn't wanted to help him, hadn't wanted to be his friend (or, apparently more ridiculous still, thought he was).
With the way the guy had been acting, Peter seriously had to wonder why he'd even been hired.
That last one is hard to reply to, because he doesn't know how. He isn't sure how to say any of this, and he's embarrassed at the thought that he'll be laughed at, looking down on or just plain ignored. He wasn't used to having as many important people in his life as he did here, much less an actual adult who was interested in the same things he was and who thought of him as capable. So where exactly did he mess that up?]
Yeah, okay. Fine.
You gonna bother to tell me what I did wrong before I leave? Aside from Connors, I mean.
I didn't know he'd come to the hospital. Really. I didn't mean fort he place to get wrecked-- I'll pay for the damages as much as I can.
I messed that up, but
That's no reason to be a jerk.
[Or maybe it was.
There. That was the best he could do, though. If Dr. Banner wrote him off, then fine. He'd stop bugging the guy by replying.
He'd done his required job by inquiring after Peter's health. Nothing else would have to be said.]