[his phone buzzes in his pocket, no doubt signaling her reply. peter looks about to make sure no one's coming before fishing it out. what if things have gone south since he walked out of view of the ballroom? what if she needs him? naturally she's fine and the message has him laughing out loud as soon as he swipes to unlock.
there's the kate he knows!
confident that there's no change to their time table, he continues on, finds the door to supply closet thankfully still unlocked — thank you to the many and varied uses for a roll of duct tape. he shuts the door behind him with his heel but doesn't bother to flick the light on, blinking until he can focus in the dark. peter climbs the wall and feels around until he finds the ever so slight impression of a web and arrow marking the spot they've hidden their gear, pushes aside the acoustic ceiling tile to retrieve the oversized duffel bag.
he lowers himself and the bag carefully and is about to unzip it when the door opens and kate stumbles inside.
no, he hadn't planned on her meeting him in here. it's really too cramped for two and he can feel her body hovering just inches from his own. as for her hand? it's definitely not touching his.
peter gulps a lungful of air. oh boy.]
Not sure where you learned about human anatomy, but that's definitely not my hand.
[his voice sounds a little strained as he tries and fails to find a spot to shuffle to that doesn't result in him bumping into her in some other way, shape, or form. thank goodness it's dark because he's pretty sure his ears are burning.
better to focus instead on her other question.]
There's not a specific building code, but common sense dictates the light switch should be near the door frame. Probably about 8 inches to your right and about 4 feet from the ground.
[he says it as though it's the most logical thing in the world, as if he actually knows something about construction. the truth is he can see the switch plain as day and if she were to turn around and follow his gaze to the spot on the wall beyond her she'd find the switch exactly where he's said it should be.]
your choice for wherever her hand actually landed. he's embarrassed regardless of location.
there's the kate he knows!
confident that there's no change to their time table, he continues on, finds the door to supply closet thankfully still unlocked — thank you to the many and varied uses for a roll of duct tape. he shuts the door behind him with his heel but doesn't bother to flick the light on, blinking until he can focus in the dark. peter climbs the wall and feels around until he finds the ever so slight impression of a web and arrow marking the spot they've hidden their gear, pushes aside the acoustic ceiling tile to retrieve the oversized duffel bag.
he lowers himself and the bag carefully and is about to unzip it when the door opens and kate stumbles inside.
no, he hadn't planned on her meeting him in here. it's really too cramped for two and he can feel her body hovering just inches from his own. as for her hand? it's definitely not touching his.
peter gulps a lungful of air. oh boy.]
Not sure where you learned about human anatomy, but that's definitely not my hand.
[his voice sounds a little strained as he tries and fails to find a spot to shuffle to that doesn't result in him bumping into her in some other way, shape, or form. thank goodness it's dark because he's pretty sure his ears are burning.
better to focus instead on her other question.]
There's not a specific building code, but common sense dictates the light switch should be near the door frame. Probably about 8 inches to your right and about 4 feet from the ground.
[he says it as though it's the most logical thing in the world, as if he actually knows something about construction. the truth is he can see the switch plain as day and if she were to turn around and follow his gaze to the spot on the wall beyond her she'd find the switch exactly where he's said it should be.]