[ A park.... Peter slowly looks around, eyes glossy and confused. He doesn't recognise this park, albeit it's hard to really recognise anything in the night. Still.... He's fretful, uneasy, as he looks around, before his eyes slowly return to the man.
Slowly, he manages to sit up a bit so that he can tilt his body more towards the offered drink. A hand moves to touch it, taking a cautious sip at first. Then his body reacts β thirsty, dehydrated, needing liquid. The boy's sips become more intentional, faster than he means. Desperate. He's so thirsty, there's dust and dirt and blood in his throat, he can't clear it out enough.
Finally his mouth parts from the straw with a soft gasp, and he gives his head a shake. ]
I don't think so. Not for awhile. [ He can't remember eating. ....Though pieces start coming through; a restaurant that felt like a dream. There was food there. It just... appeared, even if nobody was working. Did that even really happen...? Regardless, that was a long time ago, but his stomach curls at the thought of eating now, and Peter gives a frown. ]
I don't think I can eat. Stomach hurts. [ He gives a soft wince, trying to sit up a bit more. And he's staring to remember other things, more pieces that do come through the haze of himself. Places, namesβ He asks with a quiet fear to hear the answer. Maybe he already knows. ]
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Slowly, he manages to sit up a bit so that he can tilt his body more towards the offered drink. A hand moves to touch it, taking a cautious sip at first. Then his body reacts β thirsty, dehydrated, needing liquid. The boy's sips become more intentional, faster than he means. Desperate. He's so thirsty, there's dust and dirt and blood in his throat, he can't clear it out enough.
Finally his mouth parts from the straw with a soft gasp, and he gives his head a shake. ]
I don't think so. Not for awhile. [ He can't remember eating. ....Though pieces start coming through; a restaurant that felt like a dream. There was food there. It just... appeared, even if nobody was working. Did that even really happen...? Regardless, that was a long time ago, but his stomach curls at the thought of eating now, and Peter gives a frown. ]
I don't think I can eat. Stomach hurts. [ He gives a soft wince, trying to sit up a bit more. And he's staring to remember other things, more pieces that do come through the haze of himself. Places, namesβ He asks with a quiet fear to hear the answer. Maybe he already knows. ]
...Is this.... Are we in Utah....?