[ He’s super convinced that’s an option, evidenced by the flat way he says it.
Another deep breath, forcing some of that anger to fade. He’s been on a short fuse ever since Alec left, made even shorter when their connection started setting off screeching alarms to tell him Alec had been hurt. And now, with the man in question in front of him, his temper is evidently on a hairpin trigger.
He may be relatively calm for now, but that’s likely to change at the drop of a hat. ]
This thing that we have. It’s only gonna get worse from here, and there’s no changin’ it. [ And there it is, the bitter reality. Peter’s lip curls away from his teeth for a second before he shakes himself. ]
Neither of us wants this, but we’re stuck together. You got me. [ He drags his gaze up to look at Alec, resentment in his eyes. ] And I got you.
[ An out and out bastard who’d willingly desert his match, who would’ve left Peter to suffer it alone if only he had the option. Apparently there was just something in the Quill line that attracted complete fucking dicks, that shouted to the universe, Oh, that’s fine. We didn’t want to be happy, anyway.
Peter snorts out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning away. ]
So we figure out how to make this work. Some kinda way that doesn’t leave me puking into a bucket.
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[ He’s super convinced that’s an option, evidenced by the flat way he says it.
Another deep breath, forcing some of that anger to fade. He’s been on a short fuse ever since Alec left, made even shorter when their connection started setting off screeching alarms to tell him Alec had been hurt. And now, with the man in question in front of him, his temper is evidently on a hairpin trigger.
He may be relatively calm for now, but that’s likely to change at the drop of a hat. ]
This thing that we have. It’s only gonna get worse from here, and there’s no changin’ it. [ And there it is, the bitter reality. Peter’s lip curls away from his teeth for a second before he shakes himself. ]
Neither of us wants this, but we’re stuck together. You got me. [ He drags his gaze up to look at Alec, resentment in his eyes. ] And I got you.
[ An out and out bastard who’d willingly desert his match, who would’ve left Peter to suffer it alone if only he had the option. Apparently there was just something in the Quill line that attracted complete fucking dicks, that shouted to the universe, Oh, that’s fine. We didn’t want to be happy, anyway.
Peter snorts out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning away. ]
So we figure out how to make this work. Some kinda way that doesn’t leave me puking into a bucket.