[Leo sits so still until the two guards leave. He barely cracks one eye open to look at Peter. But a cushion? He looks at it tiredly, then at Peter.
The way the muzzle's straps cut into his skin around his face is a dull ache now, not new anymore after the last couple weeks. The weight of chains around him keeping him to the floor is becoming familiar in a way he hates. But he nods at Peter before sitting up just enough to nudge Peter to it. That's Peter's cushion to sleep on.]
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The way the muzzle's straps cut into his skin around his face is a dull ache now, not new anymore after the last couple weeks. The weight of chains around him keeping him to the floor is becoming familiar in a way he hates. But he nods at Peter before sitting up just enough to nudge Peter to it. That's Peter's cushion to sleep on.]