[Peter gently reaches a hand up to rest his fingertips against Leo's cheek. His voice is quiet, but lighter than it has been for most of the conversation.]
Five star Vegas hotel, we're on our second honeymoon. [His smile warms a few degrees.] We get to spend as much time as we want in the hotel room, or out on the strip.
[Is it silly to pretend like this? Yes. They need it though.]
[Leo's quiet, breathing Peter's scent in. Feeling his breathing, his pulse in those fingertips.
He doesn't want to ruin the surprise, but Peter needs something good right now. He lowers his voice to a whisper, still paranoid from the whole morning.]
Donnie is having our things moved to a different room. Security reasons, bio scan and some other locks now. I asked for some custom specifications for us. 's why I'm asking you to stay in here tonight. We kinda... Don't have a place to sleep right now.
[The shift in topic does a fair job of making Peter blink a little. He doesn't draw away, just staying close. He softens a little further, some of the weight from the conversation easing now.] Oh.
I'm- that's a big change. I'd ask about specifications, but, I guess it's a surprise?
[He kisses Peter's hair, softly where he knows the scalp is tender.
The fight isn't resolved, not really. But some kind of understanding reached so the feelings can be set aside for now. They can work it out later when they aren't in the heat of the moment. But he's glad to give Peter something positive to look forward to.]
[He smiles a little bit before shifting his chair to butt right up against the side of the bed. Sits so he can wrap an arm around Peter and tug him against himself.]
Yeah. 'm here all afternoon and night, private showing just for you.
[Leo finally smiles a little more brightly at the kiss, keeping his face pressed into Peter's hair. Still not raising his voice.]
I was gonna ask if you wanted to keep where we were staying as an official office hours space or make it something else for the group and have a meeting room somewhere different.
Maybe a meeting room. [Peter muses as he lazily draws his fingers along Leo's arm.] After what happened today, people are probably going to be a little spooked.
We'll need to soothe frazzled nerves for a good while. Reassure everyone that things are fine, and we're fixing it.
[He resists his urge to nod given his spouse is leaned into him like this.] That would be a good idea. I'm not- official, but it could make people come by more willingly?
We can probably find a way to pay any actual licensed therapist in extra rations or something for the work? Since it'll be a lot to take on. [Whilst Peter essentially never asked for extra anything, but just wanted to help.]
[He sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of his posture holding Peter close.]
The only ones who'll know where we're staying now will be family. Just.. safety measures and all. ...But I think they're probably throwing those "flooded" sheets out. [He can't help the smirk as he says that.]
[That startles a little laugh out of Peter. He winces openly at the brief strain that brings to the wound. He sucks in a slow breath between his teeth.]
Thank god, the webbing dissolved while we were sleep, oh my god.
[Peter mentally files away the thought of finding more supplies to make up for the webbing. For now, he's just content against Leo. His favorite person. He's loose and languid as the ache from the bullet wound fades to something manageable.]
Hmm... Now there's a thought I'd rather not have Donnie try to prove and take away the fun.
[He rests his chin on Peter's head softly, thinking.] I think we'd probably have to drink a lot of it really fast to try and get ahead of the metabolism. And we'd probably feel it for... Iunno, a minute? Minute and a half? And then we'd taste it all over again.
Depends on how drunk we get for that full minute, I mean. Then reality just kinda comes crashing back down. Either way, I think we have a plan.
[Peter muses with a smile.] I mean... back in high school Ned and I kind of looked up alcohols you're supposed to start with, but, I felt too awkward watching the video since it was meant for people way older than we were. Ned talked about when we went on that summer trip we could maybe drink, but that felt too dishonest.
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Five star Vegas hotel, we're on our second honeymoon. [His smile warms a few degrees.] We get to spend as much time as we want in the hotel room, or out on the strip.
[Is it silly to pretend like this? Yes. They need it though.]
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He doesn't want to ruin the surprise, but Peter needs something good right now. He lowers his voice to a whisper, still paranoid from the whole morning.]
Donnie is having our things moved to a different room. Security reasons, bio scan and some other locks now. I asked for some custom specifications for us. 's why I'm asking you to stay in here tonight. We kinda... Don't have a place to sleep right now.
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I'm- that's a big change. I'd ask about specifications, but, I guess it's a surprise?
[He knows you, Leo.]
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[He kisses Peter's hair, softly where he knows the scalp is tender.
The fight isn't resolved, not really. But some kind of understanding reached so the feelings can be set aside for now. They can work it out later when they aren't in the heat of the moment. But he's glad to give Peter something positive to look forward to.]
You'll see.
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They need to talk later. Later, when Peter isn't freshly low on blood and when the two of them aren't wrung out.]
Can you hold me, just a little bit? I know... you can't get in bed with me, but I just want to be close.
[He's trying for a compromise.]
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Yeah. 'm here all afternoon and night, private showing just for you.
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Oh good, my favorite show is on. [Leo gets a lazy peck on the shoulder for his efforts.]
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[Leo finally smiles a little more brightly at the kiss, keeping his face pressed into Peter's hair. Still not raising his voice.]
I was gonna ask if you wanted to keep where we were staying as an official office hours space or make it something else for the group and have a meeting room somewhere different.
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[He focuses on that touch, the warmth in Peter's fingertips.]
Maybe a counseling office?
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[He resists his urge to nod given his spouse is leaned into him like this.] That would be a good idea. I'm not- official, but it could make people come by more willingly?
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[He sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of his posture holding Peter close.]
The only ones who'll know where we're staying now will be family. Just.. safety measures and all. ...But I think they're probably throwing those "flooded" sheets out. [He can't help the smirk as he says that.]
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Thank god, the webbing dissolved while we were sleep, oh my god.
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Right? Like, yeah no question why we were still asleep but I think we'd've gotten an earful if Don saw that.
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We'll just call that cartridge of web fluid lost in action, so we don't have to think about it again. Totally no web shenanigans here.
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[Leo is well and fully aware Donnie will listen to this recording at some later date. But can't do anything about it now but put that warning in.
He noses into Peter's hair with a sigh.]
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For now, it's just you and me.
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Sounds perfect. Just need some candles and server pouring us mimosas and we have a perfect date morning.
[Says local turtle who never had one. Shake that the face man never got a chance to get drunk before the Krang decided to destroy all good things.]
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You think either of us would feel alcohol? I always wondered. [Both of them were a little too well-behaved to drink under aged.]
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[He rests his chin on Peter's head softly, thinking.] I think we'd probably have to drink a lot of it really fast to try and get ahead of the metabolism. And we'd probably feel it for... Iunno, a minute? Minute and a half? And then we'd taste it all over again.
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So, in Vegas, we'd have to get a lot of shots. Follow it up with like something that actually tastes good but is potent...?
That or we just get a lot of those fancy cocktails. I think those really pack a punch and are good tasting?
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[But Leo closes his eyes enjoying this moment.]
I think hard liquor and then the cocktails.
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[Peter muses with a smile.] I mean... back in high school Ned and I kind of looked up alcohols you're supposed to start with, but, I felt too awkward watching the video since it was meant for people way older than we were. Ned talked about when we went on that summer trip we could maybe drink, but that felt too dishonest.
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