[Leo being this quiet and his voice being so unsteady just makes Peter's heart hurt. He hates this situation. He hates it so much.
He channels his frustration into just breaking the bars over the window. The metal creaks and groans audibly before cracking. Each bar bends under Peter's grasp. He breaks off all the bars blocking them.
He just keeps one piece as a rod, using it to break the glass. The shrapnel hits the tiled floor underfoot, and Peter makes a point of cleaning out the edges of the windowpane. Once he's satisfied, he moves back to Leo.]
I'm going to pick you up. [Its a gentle warning, and Peter scoops the turtle up in his arms, keeping him close.]
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He channels his frustration into just breaking the bars over the window. The metal creaks and groans audibly before cracking. Each bar bends under Peter's grasp. He breaks off all the bars blocking them.
He just keeps one piece as a rod, using it to break the glass. The shrapnel hits the tiled floor underfoot, and Peter makes a point of cleaning out the edges of the windowpane. Once he's satisfied, he moves back to Leo.]
I'm going to pick you up. [Its a gentle warning, and Peter scoops the turtle up in his arms, keeping him close.]