He notices that look and swallows, looking down rather than over at Maine. It wouldn't be the first time he made things worse just by being himself, and yet he'd been trying to help this man anyway. His eternal curse.
"Sorry," he manages, feeling like it really is his fault. God, Frank, pull it together. The slightest hint of a self-effacing smile tugs up the corner of his mouth a second later. "If I could change this mug, I would."
It would make being Pete Castiglione a whole lot easier, and it would make this interdimensional journeys a whole heck of a lot less awkward.
"It's okay if you don't believe me about that shit, I'm sure someone else could explain it better anyway." But no one can say he didn't try!! He almost forgot they were talking about the dogs before, confused for a second before he again recovers. "Uh. They're both singers? From my time anyway."
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"Sorry," he manages, feeling like it really is his fault. God, Frank, pull it together. The slightest hint of a self-effacing smile tugs up the corner of his mouth a second later. "If I could change this mug, I would."
It would make being Pete Castiglione a whole lot easier, and it would make this interdimensional journeys a whole heck of a lot less awkward.
"It's okay if you don't believe me about that shit, I'm sure someone else could explain it better anyway." But no one can say he didn't try!! He almost forgot they were talking about the dogs before, confused for a second before he again recovers. "Uh. They're both singers? From my time anyway."