[There's a noise in his throat as he starts to drift off. The smoke is still down there, not as horrible as it was. But he can still hear whispers of his own voice, distant and in agony crying about not fast enough, didn't run fast enough, I shouldn't have hesitated- as he falls asleep in Peter's arms.]
[Peter wraps his arms around Leo, trying to offer him some semblance of comfort given the situation is... not great honestly. They are sleeping in a dusty cold vent over a run down asylum with some weird ghost or whatever it is below them. That is on top of the whole kidnapping thing.
All Peter can really do is try to tuck Leo against him, his chin resting atop the turtle's head. His fingers drift idly along his friend's shell, light and gentle.
Thinking about later, about what they would do when they're actually home keeps Peter awake easily. He thinks about finally asking Leo out. About telling him how much he likes him. About the safety of being home and together.
It's a hope he holds onto.
A hope that eventually snuffs out more of the smoke bit by bit.]
[It isn't a good sleep really. Everything hazy still, a lot of stop and starting of Leo drifting. Sleep for five minutes, startle himself into awake for another fifteen. But every time, he's clinging to Peter still, warm and steady.
He doesn't know what time it is when he wakes up after finally sleeping about an hour or two. Leo shifts, tilting his head to look up at Peter.]
Hey. [Peter smiles tiredly down at the other teenager, just running a hand across Leo's shell.
He's managed to stay awake the entire time, just holding onto Leo and trying to make things easier for him. Laying in a dark dusty vent that smells like old metal and dust hasn't been great, but its better than the alternative.
The lack of sleep and the sappier feelings he's been musing on for a good while overpower his common sense as he lay a gentle hand against Leo's cheek, and leans in to kiss his forehead briefly.
Peter doesn't compute the gesture at all somehow.]
How are you feeling? It smells like the smoke is mostly gone now...?
Actually sleep would be nice, but, lemme see... [Peter is both parts reluctant to move and eager to get out of this vent.
He shifts just enough so he can lean towards the opening without completely letting go of Leo. He leaves one hand pressed against the turtle as grounding for himself as he partially sits up. He just manages to avoid bumping his head against the top of the narrow vent.]
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[There's a noise in his throat as he starts to drift off. The smoke is still down there, not as horrible as it was. But he can still hear whispers of his own voice, distant and in agony crying about not fast enough, didn't run fast enough, I shouldn't have hesitated- as he falls asleep in Peter's arms.]
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All Peter can really do is try to tuck Leo against him, his chin resting atop the turtle's head. His fingers drift idly along his friend's shell, light and gentle.
Thinking about later, about what they would do when they're actually home keeps Peter awake easily. He thinks about finally asking Leo out. About telling him how much he likes him. About the safety of being home and together.
It's a hope he holds onto.
A hope that eventually snuffs out more of the smoke bit by bit.]
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He doesn't know what time it is when he wakes up after finally sleeping about an hour or two. Leo shifts, tilting his head to look up at Peter.]
Hey...
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He's managed to stay awake the entire time, just holding onto Leo and trying to make things easier for him. Laying in a dark dusty vent that smells like old metal and dust hasn't been great, but its better than the alternative.
The lack of sleep and the sappier feelings he's been musing on for a good while overpower his common sense as he lay a gentle hand against Leo's cheek, and leans in to kiss his forehead briefly.
Peter doesn't compute the gesture at all somehow.]
How are you feeling? It smells like the smoke is mostly gone now...?
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Yeah? Because I could probably use some sleep that wasn't that. You too.
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He shifts just enough so he can lean towards the opening without completely letting go of Leo. He leaves one hand pressed against the turtle as grounding for himself as he partially sits up. He just manages to avoid bumping his head against the top of the narrow vent.]
I don't really hear anything either. Its quiet.
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[His hearing was never great, so he trusts Peter on this. But he's still hesitant to lean closer to the vent opening.]
Think it's safe to get out of here?
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Yeah, I think so. [He shifts to move more towards the vents opening, intending to slide out.] I can check around first, just to see?