The bed knows what it did. [It's a passing, weak joke, but Peter has to make it. The soup is good, even if the supplies aren't fresh like they would have been before the war, they're still precious. Still something made for him. Something with better ingredients than the mess hall used.] Besides, it'd be better if it had you in it. I like laying on you.
[If there is one thing that remains consistent, it's the fact his healing factor can power through most things that would kill other people. Peter would just need to take it easy for a day or two, eat more than usual, and he'd heal completely.
The bullet likely wouldn't even leave a scar after the initial damage faded off.]
Hm. We'll pick that activity back up in a day or two if you want. All right?
[For now, he's watching Peter eat, ready with a cloth just in case. Peter so rarely ends up in medical, even rarer to need the bedrest. He usually does bounce back fast.
But he also usually isn't hurt after a peaceful night and inside the base by someone who's supposed to be friendly. He lowers his voice to just low enough for only Peter to hear him.]
Whatever you need, tell me. I'll make sure you get it.
[The phrasing of the first sentiment does give Peter some pause.] Is this turning into I'm staying in medbay overnight situation? I feel like I can at least manage sleeping in our bed fine, Leo.
[He doesn't want to stay in the infirmary, the though chafes him a little. Though, Peter already has a feeling he's not winning this argument.]
[Peter blows out an unhappy breath, fiddling unhappy with the spoon in his grasp.
It wasn't all that often he was ever really in the infirmary, so the thought of just staying leaves Peter feeling more than a little unhappy.] Are you staying here too?
[Its a selfish question before he has to be serious.]
As much as I can. May have to step out to use the bathroom, but I've got nowhere to be.
[And it sounds like he means that. The infirmary is quiet, and not just because it's the infirmary. While Peter was out, some things got moved and rearranged, giving them a quiet corner to themselves, and a small wall to muffle the sound courtesy a small Donnie invention on the ceiling.]
[Peter loosens up a little at that, sipping at another spoonful of soup. Even if the conversation is pressing, Peter is still hungry. He knows he'll get hungrier if he doesn't resolve it soon. He'll likely take in the changes after he gets his bearings again.]
Are you just going to be sleeping in that chair all night? [He tucks some hair out of his face, curls loose and wild.]
Chair's just fine. [No comment of sleeping or not. He doesn't plan to.] We've got a little corner here so we won't be interrupted unless it's important and can't be handled by anyone else.
[He waits for Peter to get a little more food in him, watching carefully for any possible lingering pain that Leo hasn't accounted for.]
That guy was taken to the brig. Mikey made you the food, Donnie grabbed the bullet to examine it. It's been quiet.
[Leo earns himself a look, Peter not unaware of what goes unsaid. He makes his opinion abundantly clear.] We can get another cot in here. We'll set it up next to this one.
[Peter for his part is trying to take it easy, just adjusting to ongoing simmering pain. He isn't medicated so he's just going to have to deal with it.]
That's good at least. I'm surprised there wasn't more happening, given it's been a while.
[While Peter settles with his soup and quiet, Leo settles for simply watching him move, his breathing. Making sure everything looks right. He remembers the last time something didn't heal right and Leo kicked himself for it ever since.]
I think so, yeah. I tried to get it out as fast as I could without making it worse.
You did good. Getting a bullet out is never a great time. [Both of them had done their fair share of bullet extractions.] If I hadn't walked off with him, it would've just been a graze, but I was too close quarters to really move properly.
[It's something they need to discuss, there isn't space for not discussing it.
Peter also doesn't want to hurt Leo any worse than the rest of this likely has. It's, a dicey feeling. His husband shoulders enough guilt, enough shame for so many things he shouldn't. Peter doesn't want to add to it.
They always operate by the truth, and Peter knows that much. The brunette exhales a little, brows pinching together unhappily.]
I left our room, going to do something real quick and come back to bed. He was waiting in the hall outside our room. I thought he was there for "office" hours. Usually, both of us are already up by then, and I have people showing up to talk to me. I hadn't put a sign-up about our sleeping in, so...
[He waves his free hand tiredly.] I figured I'd see what he needed.
[Peter sighs a little. All of this feels... ridiculous in retrospect.
The remarks that felt cutting feel silly now. Peter keeps wondering how to even feel. He tries to give himself a little buffer with a bit of an explanation. Leo was always busy enough he was aware of Peter's "office hours", but not specifics.]
Some of the office hour stuff happens in our room if it needs to. I curtain off our bed, our things and talk with the person by the door. [He fidgets with the spoon still in his grasp.] I didn't want him there since you were asleep, so I mentioned to him, you were resting. For our privacy and to keep it brief. I figured he'd want to talk later on.
[He clicks his teeth together, unhappy at the recollection. He bristles openly. Able to be offended more openly now.] He just- asked me if you did this often. 'Sleep while you do the work'? Then kept implying you didn't do anything, I just-
[He clacks the spoon against the bowl a little irritably.] Sorry, I'm getting a little mad about it.
[One thing Leo has gotten good at in these years leading is listening. He listens patiently while Peter talks. The taking office hours in their room he'd known about, never felt the need to say anything since it didn't cause any problems before now.
And that is something he's mentioned to Donnie and Mikey for the room they're being moved to.
But for now, Leo nods.]
It's okay. Nothing to apologize for. [That kind of statement though... Hating him personally? For leading? Or....
If it's more than that, then Peter was right to try to warn them before he passed out. They just didn't know what they were being warned for.]
He wanted to talk about 'distribution of authority'. [Peter manages finger quotes with one hand, rolling his eyes a little. He manages to reign himself in again.]
It was just a very nice way to phrase he didn't like yokai being in positions of leadership, that they were drowning out human voices somehow.
He was elected by a group of people to come talk to me about this. He didn't name any names, but they chose him.
[It isn't often that anything actually scares Leo. But those words have ice running through his veins.
Not a second after he gets his breath again, Leo has his comm out to send a message to Mikey and Donnie. Group of humans have it out for the youkai, Peter was step one. Use discretion and best judgement to proceed while I look after Peter tonight.]
Did it sound like there were a lot of them, or a small group?
He didn't specify honestly. [Peter is trying to be calm about this. If nothing else has happened yet... It could mean Fitzberg's friends changed their minds.] He said if I couldn't look at facts objectively, they were going to take matters into their own hands.
[He hates this. Hates that he couldn't give the warning earlier.]
I know he's new, though, Carl Fitzberg. I brought him in two weeks ago. He was from Philly. He passed most of our checks just fine to join the colony here. He was not armed when he got here. I remember that.
[Leo keeps up his messaging with his brothers while they talk, giving them any information Peter gives him.]
We're going to find out where he got that from. And the ammo. The obvious attempt aside, that's precious material that we can't be giving out willy nilly. We'll definitely look into him and anyone he's been talking to.
[As much as teenage Leo hated that Don recorded everything, it's a boon right now. They can get footage of anyone the guy's talked to in the last two weeks, especially if it looks sus.]
His records came up clean, but... it wouldn't surprise me if he knew other survivors from the same city. That could be any easy enough connection. [Peter is speculating, and still trying to just eat his soup.]
We can probably exile him to a human only colony when we get things figured out. Maybe send anyone else working with him out too. [He rubs at his forehead tiredly.]
[And slow, forced exhale. The anger in his blood is fiery hot and he has to control that. Leader first. This is a leadership problem and not a Leo-And-Peter problem. If this is a group of humans who have it out for youkai, then a large part of their colony is at risk.
There's also the risk that they get seen as just sending their problems away to some other colony. It isn't an image he's particularly fond of, but in this case sending them to a human only colony instead of festering angrily in the brig might actually be better.]
Everything is just, in the air right now. [He agrees tiredly in turn. Peter isn't sure what other options they have right now, but they don't have to make a choice yet.
Peter gently reaches out to coax a hand across Leo's arm, offering a comfort in turn.]
That was how the conversation more or less ended before devolving into insults after he shot me, yes. [He side steps the aspects so focused on Leo, still wanting to spare his husband the frustration of it all.]
He mostly wished he aimed higher after he realized I wasn't completely human, apparently. [He rolls his eyes at the thought.]
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[If there is one thing that remains consistent, it's the fact his healing factor can power through most things that would kill other people. Peter would just need to take it easy for a day or two, eat more than usual, and he'd heal completely.
The bullet likely wouldn't even leave a scar after the initial damage faded off.]
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[For now, he's watching Peter eat, ready with a cloth just in case. Peter so rarely ends up in medical, even rarer to need the bedrest. He usually does bounce back fast.
But he also usually isn't hurt after a peaceful night and inside the base by someone who's supposed to be friendly. He lowers his voice to just low enough for only Peter to hear him.]
Whatever you need, tell me. I'll make sure you get it.
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[He doesn't want to stay in the infirmary, the though chafes him a little. Though, Peter already has a feeling he's not winning this argument.]
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But given the situation - both the severity of Peter's injury, and the reason for it...
It's safer if he stays here for the night. At least until some other things get settled.]
Just for tonight. Some things are being arranged and it's better if we stay out of it for now.
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It wasn't all that often he was ever really in the infirmary, so the thought of just staying leaves Peter feeling more than a little unhappy.] Are you staying here too?
[Its a selfish question before he has to be serious.]
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[And it sounds like he means that. The infirmary is quiet, and not just because it's the infirmary. While Peter was out, some things got moved and rearranged, giving them a quiet corner to themselves, and a small wall to muffle the sound courtesy a small Donnie invention on the ceiling.]
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Are you just going to be sleeping in that chair all night? [He tucks some hair out of his face, curls loose and wild.]
What happened while I was out?
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[He waits for Peter to get a little more food in him, watching carefully for any possible lingering pain that Leo hasn't accounted for.]
That guy was taken to the brig. Mikey made you the food, Donnie grabbed the bullet to examine it. It's been quiet.
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[Peter for his part is trying to take it easy, just adjusting to ongoing simmering pain. He isn't medicated so he's just going to have to deal with it.]
That's good at least. I'm surprised there wasn't more happening, given it's been a while.
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[Sure, they could send Leo a message for anything important, and they have. It's nothing that can't wait a day.]
And I need to stay up to monitor your injury.
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There are always a lot of 'should've' 'could've' and 'would've's in the back of his mind. These days, they don't weigh on him as much.]
It feels like it's already healing well. If I'm this hungry, my body is already working on it.
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I think so, yeah. I tried to get it out as fast as I could without making it worse.
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Walked off with him.
So this wasn't a random hit. This was planned. He lowers his voice again, reaching to touch at Peter's arm.]
What happened?
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Peter also doesn't want to hurt Leo any worse than the rest of this likely has. It's, a dicey feeling. His husband shoulders enough guilt, enough shame for so many things he shouldn't. Peter doesn't want to add to it.
They always operate by the truth, and Peter knows that much. The brunette exhales a little, brows pinching together unhappily.]
I left our room, going to do something real quick and come back to bed. He was waiting in the hall outside our room. I thought he was there for "office" hours. Usually, both of us are already up by then, and I have people showing up to talk to me. I hadn't put a sign-up about our sleeping in, so...
[He waves his free hand tiredly.] I figured I'd see what he needed.
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Okay... so. Came to talk to you. What then?
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The remarks that felt cutting feel silly now. Peter keeps wondering how to even feel. He tries to give himself a little buffer with a bit of an explanation. Leo was always busy enough he was aware of Peter's "office hours", but not specifics.]
Some of the office hour stuff happens in our room if it needs to. I curtain off our bed, our things and talk with the person by the door. [He fidgets with the spoon still in his grasp.] I didn't want him there since you were asleep, so I mentioned to him, you were resting. For our privacy and to keep it brief. I figured he'd want to talk later on.
[He clicks his teeth together, unhappy at the recollection. He bristles openly. Able to be offended more openly now.] He just- asked me if you did this often. 'Sleep while you do the work'? Then kept implying you didn't do anything, I just-
[He clacks the spoon against the bowl a little irritably.] Sorry, I'm getting a little mad about it.
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And that is something he's mentioned to Donnie and Mikey for the room they're being moved to.
But for now, Leo nods.]
It's okay. Nothing to apologize for. [That kind of statement though... Hating him personally? For leading? Or....
If it's more than that, then Peter was right to try to warn them before he passed out. They just didn't know what they were being warned for.]
Go on.
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It was just a very nice way to phrase he didn't like yokai being in positions of leadership, that they were drowning out human voices somehow.
He was elected by a group of people to come talk to me about this. He didn't name any names, but they chose him.
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Not a second after he gets his breath again, Leo has his comm out to send a message to Mikey and Donnie. Group of humans have it out for the youkai, Peter was step one. Use discretion and best judgement to proceed while I look after Peter tonight.]
Did it sound like there were a lot of them, or a small group?
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[He hates this. Hates that he couldn't give the warning earlier.]
I know he's new, though, Carl Fitzberg. I brought him in two weeks ago. He was from Philly. He passed most of our checks just fine to join the colony here. He was not armed when he got here. I remember that.
Someone in here gave him that weapon.
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We're going to find out where he got that from. And the ammo. The obvious attempt aside, that's precious material that we can't be giving out willy nilly. We'll definitely look into him and anyone he's been talking to.
[As much as teenage Leo hated that Don recorded everything, it's a boon right now. They can get footage of anyone the guy's talked to in the last two weeks, especially if it looks sus.]
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We can probably exile him to a human only colony when we get things figured out. Maybe send anyone else working with him out too. [He rubs at his forehead tiredly.]
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[And slow, forced exhale. The anger in his blood is fiery hot and he has to control that. Leader first. This is a leadership problem and not a Leo-And-Peter problem. If this is a group of humans who have it out for youkai, then a large part of their colony is at risk.
There's also the risk that they get seen as just sending their problems away to some other colony. It isn't an image he's particularly fond of, but in this case sending them to a human only colony instead of festering angrily in the brig might actually be better.]
We'll figure it out.
But- he mentioned that. And then shot you?
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Peter gently reaches out to coax a hand across Leo's arm, offering a comfort in turn.]
That was how the conversation more or less ended before devolving into insults after he shot me, yes. [He side steps the aspects so focused on Leo, still wanting to spare his husband the frustration of it all.]
He mostly wished he aimed higher after he realized I wasn't completely human, apparently. [He rolls his eyes at the thought.]
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