[Peter wraps his arms around Leo, trying to offer him some semblance of comfort given the situation is... not great honestly. They are sleeping in a dusty cold vent over a run down asylum with some weird ghost or whatever it is below them. That is on top of the whole kidnapping thing.
All Peter can really do is try to tuck Leo against him, his chin resting atop the turtle's head. His fingers drift idly along his friend's shell, light and gentle.
Thinking about later, about what they would do when they're actually home keeps Peter awake easily. He thinks about finally asking Leo out. About telling him how much he likes him. About the safety of being home and together.
It's a hope he holds onto.
A hope that eventually snuffs out more of the smoke bit by bit.]
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All Peter can really do is try to tuck Leo against him, his chin resting atop the turtle's head. His fingers drift idly along his friend's shell, light and gentle.
Thinking about later, about what they would do when they're actually home keeps Peter awake easily. He thinks about finally asking Leo out. About telling him how much he likes him. About the safety of being home and together.
It's a hope he holds onto.
A hope that eventually snuffs out more of the smoke bit by bit.]