[ there's no greeting but peter's gotten used to it, falling into step next to logan as he sends hank a quick text to tell him where he is. the same flutter of nervousness he gets whenever he's around logan settles once again in his stomach, palms already sweating where they're jammed in the pockets of his hoodie; peter thought that helping logan take care of his plants would make things easier somehow, but it hasn't really made much of a difference. ]
You wanted tomatoes, right? [ the crowd has thinned out since that morning, which gives him more room to jog ahead and poke around at each stall. ] The turtle's toward the end.
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You wanted tomatoes, right? [ the crowd has thinned out since that morning, which gives him more room to jog ahead and poke around at each stall. ] The turtle's toward the end.