He never spoke. They thought he couldn't, but I knew he was waiting for the right time.
He never tried to communicate with anyone. They thought he didn't want to, but I knew he didn't have anyone to talk to.
They thought he was just sick, bu...
"Peter," I said boldly as his gaze met mine. "I need to talk to you."
He gave me a curious look, but I placed a sketchbook in his lap along with a sharpened pencil. He looked down at the book and then back up at me.
"Can you show me where you went?" I asked politely, knowing if I wanted him to co-operate, I'd have to be sweet with him. At first, he didn't know what I was getting at, until the realization must have hit him. He picked up the pencil and drew a circle. Then he drew a triangle and a few more shapes. I waited for him to finish.
When he held up the sketchbook, I saw this:
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I gasped. "You...you went home?"
He nodded. And suddenly, the door burst open.
"Did I just see what I thought I saw?" Anya's voice bellowed from the doorframe. "Did Peter just....how did you do that?"
I rose an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Peter doesn't listen to anyone!"
"I just...I gave him a sketchbook and he drew this." I held up his drawing.
"Well," she grinned, "it looks like you two work well together."
I felt my cheeks turn pink.
"Mary-Jane, if you keep this up, we might even hire you!" And she left the room with a smile.
I looked back at Peter,
and he was smiling too.
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