[Peter is breathing heavily, eyes half lidded as he yields readily to Leo's touch. The fact they're skipping over the usual argument about anesthesia is enough of a sign of how bad the wound must be.
It's a testament to his self-control that he's still through the procedure. He sticks himself to the table's surface to keep himself from moving. He cries quietly, tears streaking down his cheeks. He bites at his lips, the inside of his cheek, breaking skin in both places.
At some point, Peter feels like he's disconnected from his body, just somewhere else entirely. His mind is adrift, lost in so many thoughts he feels like he could float away from his body entirely.
The question is enough to make Peter come back into focus, he blinks slowly, gazing at his husband again. Awareness settles back in his gaze.]
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It's a testament to his self-control that he's still through the procedure. He sticks himself to the table's surface to keep himself from moving. He cries quietly, tears streaking down his cheeks. He bites at his lips, the inside of his cheek, breaking skin in both places.
At some point, Peter feels like he's disconnected from his body, just somewhere else entirely. His mind is adrift, lost in so many thoughts he feels like he could float away from his body entirely.
The question is enough to make Peter come back into focus, he blinks slowly, gazing at his husband again. Awareness settles back in his gaze.]
Yeah. I'm ready.