[The brunette lays still, trying to keep himself from tensing up under the familiar feeling of the needle pulling its way through his skin. He counts the loops, the stitching, as it takes its place in his skin. Math is always a comfort when he can't handle anything else.
Peter goes fully limp when it's over, just exhaling heavily again. He raises a hand to wipe at his face, managing to use his wrist to clean up instead of the blood covered fingers and palm.
He wants to communicate, but his words feel thick and tangled on his tongue. He is definitely going to pass out soon.]
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Peter goes fully limp when it's over, just exhaling heavily again. He raises a hand to wipe at his face, managing to use his wrist to clean up instead of the blood covered fingers and palm.
He wants to communicate, but his words feel thick and tangled on his tongue. He is definitely going to pass out soon.]
Glad, glad its... done.