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❝ do you believe in what you see? there doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me ❞

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Making that directed left, Peter sighs and steps a couple feet apart from Cameron as another pair of people walk right on through. Funny how some of the general public seems to think you will always get out of their way. Peter would rather not but in the City of all places it's better to just go with the path of least resistance in these things. Use that pride for a day when an army camps outside his door or something. Stepping to her side again he pauses only a moment before speaking.

"What sorts of expectations do you mean?" he asks and then adds, a bit apologetic, "You don't have to answer that, if you'd prefer not to." He's curious but he doesn't mean to pry. Peter is generally not the type to do so unless it concerns Lucy or Susan and the word 'date', but Cameron is an exception in several departments. He'd rather not intrude on thoughts she wants to keep mostly to herself.

❝ do you believe in what you see? there doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me ❞

[as_damaged]

"I'm not sure I had anything specific in mind," she admits, verging a little on embarrassed because really, it's an indulgent thought to begin with. "But... look at it this way." She slows to glance at him, head tilted to one side, slightly. "To some extent we choose who we are, what we say and do, based on what other people think. We keep doing the things that 'fit' that persona. But here there are no expectations-- no reason a quiet person can't shout, no reason a criminal can't reform, a kind person turn cruel. Nothing except what we bring with us." She looks down. "Not so easy in practice, of course, or even desirable."

❝ do you believe in what you see? there doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me ❞

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

He takes his time with her words, not just because it's polite - though there will always be that vague kind of added layer to things, well almost always - but because they both resonate and pick at him in a way he can't entirely figure. Part of him understands it inside the scope of change and how this place presents the kinds of situations that will shape a person differently than home.

"I suppose change is somewhat...relative," he says after a moment wherever on the street they have paused. It is calm outside, quiet with snow and cold that pushes like a heaviness without proper form. "And what expectations we take with us or find here, being different or the same can be either freeing or alienating, depending." He takes a breath, another pause. "It's not one of my strengths, back home, however - change. I find it easier here because the expectations are quite a bit broader, more open in what they entail." Here he smiles a little and finally just gives in to his natural inclination, which is to offer his arm to Allison Cameron and in the same motion start them headed the short remainder of the way to their lunch.

❝ do you believe in what you see? there doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me ❞

[as_damaged]

She takes his arm easily, seeing it for the polite gesture it is. Cameron is one of the rare few who's simply pleased to see that chivalry isn't dead, though of course that's a complicated assertion. Chivalry might well be dead at home. Still, she's not inclined to stand on contemporary informality.
"I think it would be impossible not to change here. Everyone is a product of their surroundings, to a certain extent. It's the impermanence of that change, here, that fascinates me."