Even if it was, it's- it's not something to feel bad about. To hate yourself over forever. [It is foolish to argue with whatever this thing is that is broadcasting how they are feeling, but Peter has to.
His voice is fierce and protective. Peter wants to do more, wants to hold Leo and comfort his friend, but they have to keep moving.
He can hear that thing shuffling around under them, wailing and crying.
A flash of relief rolls over him as he finds an old vent system built in the ceiling. He digs his fingers into the old metal. He yanks it off a little more carelessly than he should.
He angles himself so he can let Leo go up first. He gestures at the opening wordlessly, trying to communicate what he's thinking.
He loves Leo, and he wants to help him. The warmth of the feeling is a balm against the heavy guilt weighing him down.
Peter doesn't notice the smoke lessening below them. He's focused on staying still so Leo can do what he wants to.]
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His voice is fierce and protective. Peter wants to do more, wants to hold Leo and comfort his friend, but they have to keep moving.
He can hear that thing shuffling around under them, wailing and crying.
A flash of relief rolls over him as he finds an old vent system built in the ceiling. He digs his fingers into the old metal. He yanks it off a little more carelessly than he should.
He angles himself so he can let Leo go up first. He gestures at the opening wordlessly, trying to communicate what he's thinking.
He loves Leo, and he wants to help him. The warmth of the feeling is a balm against the heavy guilt weighing him down.
Peter doesn't notice the smoke lessening below them. He's focused on staying still so Leo can do what he wants to.]