[Pietro had spoken with just about everybody possible, barging his way into those groups of friends for as much inane chatter as he could stand before moving on to the next one, shamelessly flirting without Wanda around to scowl at him for it, even actually having a cordial talk with Dimitri, but only because the man was walking around with Marta and holding her hand, something Pietro will mention to Wanda when the time is right to crush her usual trump card in their jealously game.
Then he'd caught up with Jakob, who had barely escaped that stairwell collapse but his wife hadn't - a lonely man, and though he's very boring and Pietro tuned him out half-way through, it was worth the time to see him less disheartened for a while. Pietro will never be the most eloquent person, but his conversation skills lean towards amicability and catching cues of where he should interject, rather than actually supplying anyone with good advice or helpful insights. Sometimes people just need someone to talk to, and he gives that to them. He'd still been leaning against a chain-link fence and smoking one of Jakob's cigarettes that he thought he shouldn't refuse when he'd first spotted Wanda across the park, and that's when he'd gone to the bench to sit there like he'd been waiting forever for her and not just the one minute before she she came upon him. He glances up briefly when she stops by the bench.]
It was occupied.
[It wasn't. Pietro contemplates making her ask him to move, but decides against it, sitting up and giving her half of the bench while snatching the bag from her hands, fishing inside for one of the jam-filled donuts, and biting into it with a mumbled thanks. Then he snorts, still talking with his mouth full.]
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Then he'd caught up with Jakob, who had barely escaped that stairwell collapse but his wife hadn't - a lonely man, and though he's very boring and Pietro tuned him out half-way through, it was worth the time to see him less disheartened for a while. Pietro will never be the most eloquent person, but his conversation skills lean towards amicability and catching cues of where he should interject, rather than actually supplying anyone with good advice or helpful insights. Sometimes people just need someone to talk to, and he gives that to them. He'd still been leaning against a chain-link fence and smoking one of Jakob's cigarettes that he thought he shouldn't refuse when he'd first spotted Wanda across the park, and that's when he'd gone to the bench to sit there like he'd been waiting forever for her and not just the one minute before she she came upon him. He glances up briefly when she stops by the bench.]
It was occupied.
[It wasn't. Pietro contemplates making her ask him to move, but decides against it, sitting up and giving her half of the bench while snatching the bag from her hands, fishing inside for one of the jam-filled donuts, and biting into it with a mumbled thanks. Then he snorts, still talking with his mouth full.]
You took your time.