[Peter takes a slow breath in, and another out, trying to prepare for himself.
He is not prepared as the bullet is pulled out. He cries out, choking on the sound.
He turns his head away, biting hard on his lip. Peter raises his hand once, hitting the table with enough force to dent the metal under him. He leaves an impression of his fist behind.]
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He is not prepared as the bullet is pulled out. He cries out, choking on the sound.
He turns his head away, biting hard on his lip. Peter raises his hand once, hitting the table with enough force to dent the metal under him. He leaves an impression of his fist behind.]
S-sorry. [He breathes out quietly.]