[He isn't good at this Gwen. He isn't good at talking, he isn't good at it ever... and he so isn't good at it right now.
The problem with these texts were that he couldn't ignore them. He tried to, tried to close his eyes again and rest and pretend he didn't hear the beep. Then he'd give up, read it and put it back down. Pretend he didn't want to reply.
But Peter was in a bad place right now. He was irrational, he was angry-- really, he was just hurt.
Spoiler: That didn't make him any better at talking about it, it just made him braver and sloppier about it.]
Hey, you're the one who broke up with me.
You're the one who said not to talk to you again.
You're the one who's been hanging out with another guy.
You were mad at me for something I couldn't help, Gwen. You didn't ask if I was all right after that deal with the cards, you were just pissed.
You invited Finnick on our date.
[He writes all of that, then crosses it out and bites his lip, groaning in frustration.
[TEXT]
The problem with these texts were that he couldn't ignore them. He tried to, tried to close his eyes again and rest and pretend he didn't hear the beep. Then he'd give up, read it and put it back down. Pretend he didn't want to reply.
But Peter was in a bad place right now. He was irrational, he was angry-- really, he was just hurt.
Spoiler: That didn't make him any better at talking about it, it just made him braver and sloppier about it.]
Hey, you're the one who broke up with me.
You're the one who said not to talk to you again.
You're the one who's been hanging out with another guy.
You were mad at me for something I couldn't help, Gwen. You didn't ask if I was all right after that deal with the cards, you were just pissed.
You invited Finnick on our date.
[He writes all of that, then crosses it out and bites his lip, groaning in frustration.
Take Two.]
I'm going to sleep.