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Ivy P.O.V.
I knew it was only a matter of time before Peter came, but that didn't make it any more pleasant, because when I saw his face, I knew I wasn't aloud to be mad at him anymore. It wasn't his fault that Jason was…Jason.
Peter tried to talk to me after the senior show. He and I were alone in the hospital waiting room. Matt was in the bathroom, and Nadia was calling her parents again. We'd been there for two hours. He asked me if I was sure I was pregnant. I wanted to ask him why the fuck he thought I would lie, but I couldn't access even basic disdain.
"Yes." I looked at his eyes, but I didn't meet them.
He looked down. "You're sure it's..?"
"Yes."
I asked because I had to. "How long, Peter?" My voice cracked like I was a pubescent boy.
He shook his head, closed his eyes, and turned towards the ceiling. "God, forever. Tenth grade. September."
It was almost too detailed, the way he said it, like he was nostalgic for sophomore year, when we were all confused and pimply. I counted how long they'd been, and I realized that they were for eight times as long as I'd dated anyone. Peter's face was so pure in it's pain.
Back in his room, Peter's mouth was dangling open. He looked from the bed I was sitting on—Nadia said it was his—to Jason's bed, to the window, and back to me. At least, I think it was me. He didn't meet my eyes. I saw his shoulders cave in. Matt got up and went quickly to Peter. Matt didn't know what to do. He extended a few fingers, but his hand never followed. He slowly clapped Peter on the shoulder. He left his hand there, pushing his fingers into Peter's shoulder to keep his fingers from twitching. Peter didn't seem to notice.
No one spoke. Peter's face contorted itself into a thousand shapes, and Matt didn't move his hand. I looked from the window to Nadia to the floor to the heart carved into the wall. Nadia's eyes were closed and her lips were bitten. The silence was consuming and I was growing accustomed.
"Hi." Peter's voice sounded unused.
"Hi," we chorused in return. Matt took back his hand. Nadia laughed, thinly laced with poisonous tears. The corners of Peter's lips turned up. He met Nadia's eyes, and they embraced as if the other were a life vest and they were on the Titanic.
Nadia whispered, "Welcome home."
Peter looked at Jason's bed and nodded. "Home."
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