[ It was a practical thing, he knows it was. Leaving Peter in enemy hands was just plain stupid, regardless of how they felt about one another. But in the moment? It felt like life or death, with the sharp teeth of dread digging into him at the mere thought that something might have happened to Peter.
It seems weird to think back on now. The terror, the urgency, seem distant and alien in the face of lazy contentment. He settles back in his chair a little more, listing slightly towards Peter without thinking much of it. ]
Like I said, your friends would kill me if I ditched you.
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[ It was a practical thing, he knows it was. Leaving Peter in enemy hands was just plain stupid, regardless of how they felt about one another. But in the moment? It felt like life or death, with the sharp teeth of dread digging into him at the mere thought that something might have happened to Peter.
It seems weird to think back on now. The terror, the urgency, seem distant and alien in the face of lazy contentment. He settles back in his chair a little more, listing slightly towards Peter without thinking much of it. ]
Like I said, your friends would kill me if I ditched you.