Yeah. Yeah, it's done. You can pass out now, babe.
[Not a nickname he uses often, reserved for those moments of needed levity, of letting Peter know he's focused. He keeps continuing to clean the wound, starts wiping down Peter's hands and his own.
Leo is so grateful no one else came in while he worked. He couldn't have handled the added pressure. He hears the door opening behind him as he's tossing the cloths into the wash bin and carefully gently lifting Peter to move him to a bed proper.]
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[Not a nickname he uses often, reserved for those moments of needed levity, of letting Peter know he's focused. He keeps continuing to clean the wound, starts wiping down Peter's hands and his own.
Leo is so grateful no one else came in while he worked. He couldn't have handled the added pressure. He hears the door opening behind him as he's tossing the cloths into the wash bin and carefully gently lifting Peter to move him to a bed proper.]
How is he?
He's fine, just tired. Took a lot out of him.