[ Just for that, Peter decides he's going to bleed all over him on principle.
It's an effort, but the two of them manage to get Peter to his feet, though he stumbles once he gets there, legs trying to buckle beneath him. He has to grab on to Alec to regain his equilibrium. That alone is mortifying and infuriating enough, and Peter mumbles a half-hearted, ]
Sorry.
[ Peter also probably gets blood on Alec's sleeve.
He does not say sorry for that.
He presses a hand against his ribs, his other arm draped over Alec's shoulders, has to lean on him for support far more than he wants to. ]
Get anything? [ because talking about work is better than wandering the mansion halls in stony silence. A distraction, at the very least. Otherwise Peter might resort to childish insults regarding Alec's person. ]
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It's an effort, but the two of them manage to get Peter to his feet, though he stumbles once he gets there, legs trying to buckle beneath him. He has to grab on to Alec to regain his equilibrium. That alone is mortifying and infuriating enough, and Peter mumbles a half-hearted, ]
Sorry.
[ Peter also probably gets blood on Alec's sleeve.
He does not say sorry for that.
He presses a hand against his ribs, his other arm draped over Alec's shoulders, has to lean on him for support far more than he wants to. ]
Get anything? [ because talking about work is better than wandering the mansion halls in stony silence. A distraction, at the very least. Otherwise Peter might resort to childish insults regarding Alec's person. ]