[Peter can't help the twinge when he realizes he ripped skin off of Fitzberg, but doesn't last long. The stolen skin flutters to the hard concrete floor underfoot as Peter presses the butt of his palm against the entry wound. He isn't even sure if there was an exit wound, he hasn't had a chance to even look.
He can tell his body is already trying to heal over it. Peter has to resist his urge to take care of the problem now, knowing it will just make the situation worse.
He leans into his husband, forcing himself to keep his breathing even.]
We'll get this situation handled. You two go.
[Mikey interjects firmly, parting the crowd further so his brother and Peter can go.]
no subject
He can tell his body is already trying to heal over it. Peter has to resist his urge to take care of the problem now, knowing it will just make the situation worse.
He leans into his husband, forcing himself to keep his breathing even.]
We'll get this situation handled. You two go.
[Mikey interjects firmly, parting the crowd further so his brother and Peter can go.]