Ohhh, yeah. [ another dry touch of humor, a smile that might as well be a grimace. He takes a careful inhale, and his side twinges, warns him away from any more of that, thank you. ] Bruised, at least.
[ He tips his head back against the wall, lazily watching as Alec works. That purple again, and Peter imagines that pressure around his neck, his hand going to his collar unconsciously. ]
Walk me through what you’re doin’.
[ Because if he has to stand here in silence, he’ll have to think to keep himself occupied, and really, all he can think about right now is how much tonight has fucking sucked, and how much everything hurts. ]
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[ He tips his head back against the wall, lazily watching as Alec works. That purple again, and Peter imagines that pressure around his neck, his hand going to his collar unconsciously. ]
Walk me through what you’re doin’.
[ Because if he has to stand here in silence, he’ll have to think to keep himself occupied, and really, all he can think about right now is how much tonight has fucking sucked, and how much everything hurts. ]