[He takes another sip and the sweetness of the beverage triggers another memory. Peter, heartbroken and blind, and Flynn sharing his soda with him and it's so wonderful to see his face light up and--
And it hurts. Flynn pushes the memory away but it's enough to finally make him stop and acknowledge the situation. To acknowledge Peter.]
I, uh. [He clears his throat again.] It really is good to see you, Peter. I'm not... I mean, I... [The words, they just won't come. For a moment he looks almost helpless in the wake of it all and his mouth opens and closes several times.]
Thank you for the... it's really good.
[He brings his hand up, maybe for a hug? No, he pats Peter's arm, puts his hand down again. Okay, that was pathetic.]
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[He takes another sip and the sweetness of the beverage triggers another memory. Peter, heartbroken and blind, and Flynn sharing his soda with him and it's so wonderful to see his face light up and--
And it hurts. Flynn pushes the memory away but it's enough to finally make him stop and acknowledge the situation. To acknowledge Peter.]
I, uh. [He clears his throat again.] It really is good to see you, Peter. I'm not... I mean, I... [The words, they just won't come. For a moment he looks almost helpless in the wake of it all and his mouth opens and closes several times.]
Thank you for the... it's really good.
[He brings his hand up, maybe for a hug? No, he pats Peter's arm, puts his hand down again. Okay, that was pathetic.]