[ Peter was more or less in the same boat. With the rare exception of having next to no one from his own home to avoid. It was more like a universal sort of avoidance. He was use to moving from town to town. Staying in on spot, even on the ship. Was a totally new thing. Still even chance seemed to want him to make some sort of connection with the people on board. Derek was one of the few people he thought he could rely on. And Stiles? Well...
He was getting there.
Peter was just sitting on one of the crates as he watched the shuttles start to take off. His leg swinging as he glanced over at the crowd of people. Everyone was eager, some less then others. Peter himself just wanted to find something new. Maybe he could live on the colony? Provided there was enough people. He might have been able to slip away.
His eyes landed on Stiles with a little smile on his face. His hand raising to give the boy a little wave. Whatever their relationship was. It was something Peter liked despite himself.]
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He was getting there.
Peter was just sitting on one of the crates as he watched the shuttles start to take off. His leg swinging as he glanced over at the crowd of people. Everyone was eager, some less then others. Peter himself just wanted to find something new. Maybe he could live on the colony? Provided there was enough people. He might have been able to slip away.
His eyes landed on Stiles with a little smile on his face. His hand raising to give the boy a little wave. Whatever their relationship was. It was something Peter liked despite himself.]