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[writtendestiny]

Does anyone know anything about panic rooms?

private to Peter Parker;
Where are you, I need to talk to you.

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[writtendestiny]

[Hmm... good question.]

Do you think you would have let me get to know you if I hadn't known you before?

[abheirrant]

Perhaps not. I am more avoidant these days than I was in life.

[And given he wasn't the most outgoing guy in the world even then, that's saying something.]

I am surprised the other me was so open at all, but I suppose he had less to fear.

[writtendestiny]

He wasn't that open. I don't think he liked me very much at first.

[abheirrant]

Then how is it you got on his good side?

[writtendestiny]

I kept showing up.
I'm very persistent.

[abheirrant]

I suppose that would do it, if he was anything like me.

[The 'me' he is now, not the 'me' he used to be, which are apparently different enough for him to make that distinction.]

[writtendestiny]

He was a great deal like you.

[She doesn't press the fact that - in her mind - they are the same person, as it seems to upset him when she does. If he wants to think of them as separate entities... she can adapt.]

He liked my drawings, and I think he appreciated how I'd listen to him.

[abheirrant]

[A pause in messages. It's hard for him to consider this other, happier Carlisle somewhere, but at times, he is admittedly curious about his life — a life he could have had, were the circumstances different.]

Did he have many friends? Other than you and Deputy Pratt.

[writtendestiny]

He had friends. Probably more friends than he realised.

[abheirrant]

Was he kind to them?