Room 318, Sunday Late Afternoon into the Evening
Peter rushed into his room holding Loki's mobile phone in one hand, his eyes still trained on it. (He'd give it back. Soon.) Everyone else might be taking this as an opportunity to relax and let their feelings out - for Peter's standards, the past week had been relaxing and letting his feelings out. The past two weeks, actually.
So the only thing he bothered with as he went into his room was throwing his coat at the other bed and sinking into his chair behind his desk. He had everything up and running within ten minutes, sorting through the email he hadn't been able to catch up on and writing some drafts to send to various dignitaries. He'd missed precious time lately. He had to make up for it.
And then there was the one email from his dad. Innocuous, simple, just some practical stuff--
Ending in a question about his well-being.
Yeah. Peter had no idea how to deal with that one, so he ignored it.
[[ post and door are open, sure, if anyone in the dorms is actually doing anything besides collapsing right now ]]
So the only thing he bothered with as he went into his room was throwing his coat at the other bed and sinking into his chair behind his desk. He had everything up and running within ten minutes, sorting through the email he hadn't been able to catch up on and writing some drafts to send to various dignitaries. He'd missed precious time lately. He had to make up for it.
And then there was the one email from his dad. Innocuous, simple, just some practical stuff--
Ending in a question about his well-being.
Yeah. Peter had no idea how to deal with that one, so he ignored it.
[[ post and door are open, sure, if anyone in the dorms is actually doing anything besides collapsing right now ]]