“I don’t know how you do
that. I would get so sick, so quickly.”
Maggie looked up from her book to see Peter sitting on the couch. She had been so wrapped up in her book that she
hadn’t even noticed that he had come in. In fact, she hadn’t even noticed he’d
gotten to her house. Well, in her
defense, it was a really good book.
“Have you been—“
“About an hour, but I was
back in Logan’s room so I’ve only been out here for about ten minutes. Don’t
worry about it.” Maggie nodded, and crossed around to the front of the couch,
sinking down into the cushion at Peter's side. "So, why do you do
it?"
"why do I do
what?"
"Pace like that. You're
always pacing. You’re studying, you
pace. You’re playing DS, you're pacing.
You're reading for fun, you’re pacing. You’re watching Netflix on your iPad,
you're pacing--"
"I get it. I pace a lot." Maggie punched Peter
lightly on the arm. "I don't
know. I get restless. I'm not in
anyone's way, and it keeps me happy. I get so wrapped up in the stories of
whatever I'm doing, and I just have to move."
"Even studying? You get wrapped up in the thrilling story of
textbook writing? Margaret my dear, you
might be insane."
"No, the pacing while
studying might be a 'Don’t fall asleep' kind of thing. Also, I'm sure I could ask Logan to come up
with some biological explanation for getting blood flowing improving memory
retention or something like that. Sounds like something she could justify,
right?"
"I'm pretty sure Logan
could justify anything given proper time and motivation." Peter watched as Maggie tapped her foot
softly against the floor. He watched on
silence for a minute and a half before he finally sighed, "You want to go
back to your pacing, don't you?"
"It's just that they're
in the middle of a really big battle and I think that--"
"Go," he
laughed. I'll talk to you later."
Maggie was up and pacing before he even had time to finish the sentence.
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