[ One foot in front of the other, he tells himself. He has to trust Alec is doing shit to minimize their presence, because Peter sure as hell doesn't have a mind to do it, himself. Wasn't much his style, anyway; he liked leaving a mark, back when his work drifted more into the darker side of grey. Like leaving signs that said, "Star-Lord was here."
... Figuratively.
... ... Sometimes literally.
(It wasn't nearly as impactful as he had hoped.)
The stairs prove a little more difficult, and with his free hand, he hangs onto the railing with a white-knuckled grip, teeth gritted against his discomfort. He nearly doesn't hear the question, or at least doesn't comprehend it, but eventually it settles, and he tenses at Alec's side. ]
I—
[ absolutely fucking did.
And I'm still not super convinced that you wouldn't right now, if you had to. ]
... wasn't thinking straight. [ is what he decides on, because it's a valid reason. The best lies are those that come from grains of truth, after all, and the excuse he gives comes out relatively smoothly. ] Panic. Concussion.
[ He clears his throat, easing himself down to the next step. ] You know how it is.
no subject
... Figuratively.
... ... Sometimes literally.
(It wasn't nearly as impactful as he had hoped.)
The stairs prove a little more difficult, and with his free hand, he hangs onto the railing with a white-knuckled grip, teeth gritted against his discomfort. He nearly doesn't hear the question, or at least doesn't comprehend it, but eventually it settles, and he tenses at Alec's side. ]
I—
[ absolutely fucking did.
And I'm still not super convinced that you wouldn't right now, if you had to. ]
... wasn't thinking straight. [ is what he decides on, because it's a valid reason. The best lies are those that come from grains of truth, after all, and the excuse he gives comes out relatively smoothly. ] Panic. Concussion.
[ He clears his throat, easing himself down to the next step. ] You know how it is.