[Peter doesn't hesitate to start towards the bed, very obviously limping now but stubbornly ignoring it. What exposed skin Leo can see of Peter's arm, the array of fresh bruising from his arms to his elbow is a glaring flaw against his pale skin.
He stumbles hard into the bed, wincing openly at the collision but ignoring it to reach out and break the cuff again. It is about the same level of struggle from before; none.
He reaches out a hand to just touch Leo's cheek, just needing assurance his friend is okay. He brings their foreheads together, just trying to center himself somewhat.
Leo looks rough, Peter can guess he's been struggling here for hours.]
We're leaving. Okay-? We're going home.
[He doesn't want to let go of Leo, but he has to. He draws back, away from the bed towards one of the windows. The metal bars blocking them from accessing the glass won't last very long if at all.]
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He stumbles hard into the bed, wincing openly at the collision but ignoring it to reach out and break the cuff again. It is about the same level of struggle from before; none.
He reaches out a hand to just touch Leo's cheek, just needing assurance his friend is okay. He brings their foreheads together, just trying to center himself somewhat.
Leo looks rough, Peter can guess he's been struggling here for hours.]
We're leaving. Okay-? We're going home.
[He doesn't want to let go of Leo, but he has to. He draws back, away from the bed towards one of the windows. The metal bars blocking them from accessing the glass won't last very long if at all.]