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[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to be cooking bacon and eggs for an army.]

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[He flushes a little, tilting his head as he pulls his arm back. He heard that 'was.']

He was like you or your mom?

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[ Peter's still trying to get used to the 'was' which makes him extra oblivious to the flushing. ]

Like my mom. And he was my dad's favorite.

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[Duff isn't very good at ignoring the obvious.]

...I'm sorry. I can tell you two were close.

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[ Peter forces out something that could barely be described as a smile. ]

Thanks... Yeah, we were. I miss him.

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How long?

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Couple months. [ but considering the whole ~wall~ thing, it still feels like it's been years. ]