[Peter smiles a little crooked smile, like he's laughing at some private joke.]
It's funny, but they've never really been a big issue for me.
[He strikes a strange figure. With his jacket off, Peter looks like a strange hodgepodge of flabbiness and fitness. He has an old man paunch under his threadbare long-sleeve shirt, but the pecs, shoulders, and wiry biceps of a gymnast. He also seems like he's no stranger to working with his hands, isn't getting winded by the work, and doesn't seem to have having any difficulty at all lifting any of the heavy wood they're using to fix the roof, almost like it's made of cardboard.]
[He looks like someone ready for their three o'clock nap and yet simultaneously he's tirelessly hammering away like he's a man in his prime. The only concession to age he keeps giving is the occasional stretch of his neck and back. Hunched over like this, he can't help but be a little sore - his back's never quite been the same since he broke it.]
[Peter feels the same way about finding someone else willing to help with this, and he's willing to say as much out loud.]
You know, it was nice of you to offer to do this, kid. Especially since it seems like help with anything comes at a premium in this place.
[Peter hasn't seen much of this society yet but he's seen enough to already have a bad taste in his mouth.]
charity is as charity does
It's funny, but they've never really been a big issue for me.
[He strikes a strange figure. With his jacket off, Peter looks like a strange hodgepodge of flabbiness and fitness. He has an old man paunch under his threadbare long-sleeve shirt, but the pecs, shoulders, and wiry biceps of a gymnast. He also seems like he's no stranger to working with his hands, isn't getting winded by the work, and doesn't seem to have having any difficulty at all lifting any of the heavy wood they're using to fix the roof, almost like it's made of cardboard.]
[He looks like someone ready for their three o'clock nap and yet simultaneously he's tirelessly hammering away like he's a man in his prime. The only concession to age he keeps giving is the occasional stretch of his neck and back. Hunched over like this, he can't help but be a little sore - his back's never quite been the same since he broke it.]
[Peter feels the same way about finding someone else willing to help with this, and he's willing to say as much out loud.]
You know, it was nice of you to offer to do this, kid. Especially since it seems like help with anything comes at a premium in this place.
[Peter hasn't seen much of this society yet but he's seen enough to already have a bad taste in his mouth.]