[Peter doesn't hesitate to follow Leo into the vents. Ignoring the twinge of claustrophobia that hits him as they slide into there for safety. He forces himself to take two large deep breaths, just focusing on Leo. The feeling of Leo's arms around him.
Peter's attention is still locked onto Leo. Love and desperation to keep him safe outweighs the guilt that had been pulling at him.
The vent is tight for both of them, but Peter just tries to stay close to Leo.
The crying below weakens, lessening. Just sniffling and whispering of their voices together. Whatever that thing is, its lurching around, dragging itself against a wall. It leaves a wet black smear against the off white wall. Black smudged hand prints left in its wake as it tries to climb up after them and can't.]
Is... is the smoke less now? [Peter's voice is less of a frantic whisper now, but still quiet.]
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Peter's attention is still locked onto Leo. Love and desperation to keep him safe outweighs the guilt that had been pulling at him.
The vent is tight for both of them, but Peter just tries to stay close to Leo.
The crying below weakens, lessening. Just sniffling and whispering of their voices together. Whatever that thing is, its lurching around, dragging itself against a wall. It leaves a wet black smear against the off white wall. Black smudged hand prints left in its wake as it tries to climb up after them and can't.]
Is... is the smoke less now? [Peter's voice is less of a frantic whisper now, but still quiet.]