[Peter can't help a frustrated noise that escapes. The inclination to pull himself apart is derailed by the cool touch of Leo's hand against his own. Peter loosens his grip on his own hair, eyes closing briefly.
His husband is still a bastion of comfort, of ease. Its enough to take some of the wind out of the anger building under his skin.
He's definitely overstimulated at this point, from pain and exhaustion. He lays back, opening his eyes again to gaze at his husband.]
Sorry- I, can't... words. [He clumsily tries to sign at Leo, but nothing is particularly coherent right now.]
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His husband is still a bastion of comfort, of ease. Its enough to take some of the wind out of the anger building under his skin.
He's definitely overstimulated at this point, from pain and exhaustion. He lays back, opening his eyes again to gaze at his husband.]
Sorry- I, can't... words. [He clumsily tries to sign at Leo, but nothing is particularly coherent right now.]