[His expression softens at Leo's words, a gentle kind of relief is clear enough there. The promise of safety, not being alone is so... good. That has been all he really wanted for a while, but couldn't have.
He nearly jokes about not having much, but just settles on something quiet and soft.] Hearing that makes me feel- better, safe. [He can admit that much with no hesitation. It's Leo, Leo has always been his person.
He fiddles a little with the wrapper around his sandwich, the crinkling giving him some comfort in a way as he tries to get his thoughts together.]
This is a weird question, but... do you remember May?
[He isn't sure just how the spell rewrote that part of things. Happy remembered May, everyone she knew should have in some capacity, just with Peter smudged out of the space next to her.]
[It's good Peter feels better hearing it. It lifts something heavy in Leo's heart, but he wasn't sure what exactly it was that had been weighing him down this last hour... few months? Year. The idea that Peter feels safe doing something to him.
But the question has him pause, rubbing at his chin in thought.]
I ...think I remember her? Like, I remember a nice lady who fed me dinner a couple times, but never really thought about it since I haven't seen her in a while come to think of it.
[Leo stops what he's doing to watch Peter as he explains.
That.. Oh. So he really, truly had no one he could talk to for the last year like this. Something cracks in Leo's heart, only to be put back together with his own determination.]
He still misses May, he always will but he just wanted to understand.]
I just- wanted to know if you remembered her. I mean, this whole memory thing is crazy and- I don't know how Doctor Strange's magic even works to be honest. I'm more used to the ninpo since- that's what we share.
...Yeah, it's - I dunno how magic and all that stuff works. [Illusions and stage magic is one thing. Sign him up to watch someone create illusions to manipulate and trick people in low stakes. But real magic? Magic with no explanation? A mystery he isn't all that interested in.]
Still. [He leans to nudge Peter's shoulder with his own.] If we start getting our memories back, we'll remember her.
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[And he sounds like he means it too. He has no intention of leaving Peter be alone again. And he knows his family will agree once they know.]
So don't even worry about it. I'll help you get packed up and everything too.
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He nearly jokes about not having much, but just settles on something quiet and soft.] Hearing that makes me feel- better, safe. [He can admit that much with no hesitation. It's Leo, Leo has always been his person.
He fiddles a little with the wrapper around his sandwich, the crinkling giving him some comfort in a way as he tries to get his thoughts together.]
This is a weird question, but... do you remember May?
[He isn't sure just how the spell rewrote that part of things. Happy remembered May, everyone she knew should have in some capacity, just with Peter smudged out of the space next to her.]
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But the question has him pause, rubbing at his chin in thought.]
I ...think I remember her? Like, I remember a nice lady who fed me dinner a couple times, but never really thought about it since I haven't seen her in a while come to think of it.
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[He sighs softly, not sure how to explain.]
She passed away.
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That.. Oh. So he really, truly had no one he could talk to for the last year like this. Something cracks in Leo's heart, only to be put back together with his own determination.]
I'm sorry.
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He still misses May, he always will but he just wanted to understand.]
I just- wanted to know if you remembered her. I mean, this whole memory thing is crazy and- I don't know how Doctor Strange's magic even works to be honest. I'm more used to the ninpo since- that's what we share.
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...Yeah, it's - I dunno how magic and all that stuff works. [Illusions and stage magic is one thing. Sign him up to watch someone create illusions to manipulate and trick people in low stakes. But real magic? Magic with no explanation? A mystery he isn't all that interested in.]
Still. [He leans to nudge Peter's shoulder with his own.] If we start getting our memories back, we'll remember her.