Thank you. [he nods briefly, easing out of his jacket to take the envelope. He can't quite imagine what's in it, eyes set on Marie and her cigarettes before he brings himself to open it and pull out its content with careful fingers.
That's... a picture of him. Kissing another man in what looks like some club.
This is confusing, to say the least. Peter might make it no secret that he's partially embarrassed, to.]
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That's... a picture of him. Kissing another man in what looks like some club.
This is confusing, to say the least. Peter might make it no secret that he's partially embarrassed, to.]
How--?