[Catering to his foul moods was hardly an efficient use of Peter's time. He should be working or fussing over this Regis of his or... Or what, Edmund? It isn't as though they're in Narnia. Or that there is any real need for them to be doing much of anything beyond whatever they want right now.
But what he wants more than anything is to be back on the balcony of Cair Paravel or even perched at the Dawn Treader's prow, watching the sea rush by and the sun beam down on their faces. It's a futile fight, he knows that, just as it has been for years. Peter was always the one to fuss, to acknowledge the shadows that haunt him, brought to the fore every time he shivered.
Even now it wasn't really that cold, just chilly mostly, but his hands trembled as he lifted them to begin working the buttons of his shirt free. As much as he might complain he's not actually stopping Peter from what he means to do.]
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[Catering to his foul moods was hardly an efficient use of Peter's time. He should be working or fussing over this Regis of his or... Or what, Edmund? It isn't as though they're in Narnia. Or that there is any real need for them to be doing much of anything beyond whatever they want right now.
But what he wants more than anything is to be back on the balcony of Cair Paravel or even perched at the Dawn Treader's prow, watching the sea rush by and the sun beam down on their faces. It's a futile fight, he knows that, just as it has been for years. Peter was always the one to fuss, to acknowledge the shadows that haunt him, brought to the fore every time he shivered.
Even now it wasn't really that cold, just chilly mostly, but his hands trembled as he lifted them to begin working the buttons of his shirt free. As much as he might complain he's not actually stopping Peter from what he means to do.]