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[myresponsibility]

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[Every once and a while, Peter heads out with his camera and fills a roll of film or two with pictures of the Barge. It's partially because he misses his hobby - he'd done this a lot back home, for the school paper and sometimes for money, and for fun - but also because it sort of feels like he needs a visual record of this place and the people he's met here for when he goes home.

Because he does plan on going home. Just not yet.

So he snaps pictures of the deck, the library, from the roof of the greenhouse, and of the people wandering around on deck, or in the dining hall.

He's not an idiot - there are a couple people he definitely avoids taking pictures of, just in case - but there're definitely times where you might have noticed him taking a couple candids of you and your friends.

After he's got the film, he usually heads to the lab to develop the negatives, which takes forever, even when you've been doing this for years. He's fortunately remembered to paste a knock first sign on the door, but feel free to ignore that and interrupt.]

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[So.

Peter still doesn't feel very good at this - still, it's been forever and he still feels like an awkward asshole who's got no business trying to be anyone's emotional support system - but here he is, and here we are, so it sort of just makes sense that he finds himself wandering by Scott's door and knocking to see how his friend's doing.

Dead ex-girlfriends showing up on board are kind of a weird thing to wind up dealing with, you know?]

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[Such progress! Scott is sitting cross legged on his bed, and he smiles up at Peter when he sees who it is. Peter doesn't waste any time, and when he realizes what this is about, he's not a hundred percent sure if he's really relieved, or if he just wants to bolt.

Ultimately, he shrugs.]

I'm okay.

[That sounds like bullshit even to him, and he snorts.]

I mean. I don't know. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind.

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Well, I mean, we're floating through space on a ship full of dead criminals. I'm kind of surprised we're all not losing our minds.

[He closes the door behind him and takes a couple steps further into the room, finally deciding on sitting in a chair instead of perching next to Scott in case he wants some air.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[Okay, so that's still a little awkwardly asked, but at least he doesn't sound like he's planning on bolting. Still. Somehow.]

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Yeah. [Scott gives a weak laugh.] Seriously.

[Another shrug - he doesn't really care about the awkwardness, because Peter's a little awkward, and Scott can be a little awkward, and that doesn't really matter in the end.]

I dunno. I don't really....We're lying to her. We just - decided to lie to her.

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[Peter thinks it over and winds up shrugging sort of helplessly, because man, he is not the best person to talk you out of lying to someone. He lies all the time.

Or he did, and tried to, and he still kind of sucks at it.

He will be making a concerted effort not to suck at this one.]

I don't think anyone's going to try and say you're making a bad choice, here. I mean, come on.

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I know. I know, I mean - how do you tell someone that?

[He can't exactly go hey, I know I've been acting like a freak around you, it's because you died in my arms. His throat tightens at the thought, and he shakes his head.]

But I'm scared she'll know something's up.