[Soon as it's out, Leo drops it on the tray next to the table and leans down to press his forehead to Peter's. He's sweaty and shaky from the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through him but he keeps the contact light.]
It's okay- You're okay, nothing to be sorry for. We got it, it's out. Breathe, and I'll stitch it up in a minute.
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It's okay- You're okay, nothing to be sorry for. We got it, it's out. Breathe, and I'll stitch it up in a minute.