Something changed, I don't know what exactly. [Peter is trying to wrack his brain for anything they could have done.
With both of them somewhere safer, Peter is trying to think about the situation. He's aware of the fact both of them work a little better with something to grasp onto. Even if their loose plans always leaned into 'wanna throw web grenades through a portal?'.] Whatever it is, its... it knows stuff about us? How?
[He's watching now, seeing the thing's movements, the dark greasy stains it leaves behind a mixture of some unknown fluid and ash from the smoke. But it is getting better, so slowly.]
Reyes knew stuff about us before we got here. Probably not too far to figure this thing knows whatever she knows.
Leo. How would she know what I said to Ben when he was dying? [Peter questions very quietly back. Its not often he talks about Ben, much less Ben's death, but its something pressing in the moment.] No one else was there, just me and him. The person who... shot him ran away.
[Leo knows this is important. It's so, so important, Peter almost never talks about Ben, much less Ben's death. He clings a little tighter hearing that.
he thought he had an answer. Some explanation of what's happening but he doesn't. Not yet, but there has to be. Reyes knew stuff about them without ever having seen them, so- So this thing must be tapped into that, whatever it is. And has their voices on some kind of voice changer or something.]
[He keeps a careful hold on Leo, half afraid of losing him. He could catch him if he fell out of the vent, but the thought is enough to make a worried feeling settle over the brunette.]
I dunno, this- has to be something else? Somehow. I dunno. I just-
[He doesn't want to look at that thing too long, too closely. What if it can sense them watching? He scoots back away from the open air vent and into the duct proper. If they're quiet, then maybe they can use this to get around... Once he stops feeling so cold, down to the bones.]
Yeah- yeah. [Peter agrees quietly back, trying to make himself smaller in the vent so he didn't take up so much room. He wants to warm Leo up somehow, but the vent isn't really helping either of them right now.
[And right now, that is leading further into the vent, away from the opening but not out of sight of it. And then he'll cling to Peter, tugging him closer.]
Just - need some rest. Then I can figure out a plan to get us out. [Is it possible to be both panicked and sleepy at the same time? Because that's where he's at.]
[Peter doesn't fight against the hold, just leaning into Leo, invading his space with no hesitation as they move away from the opening. The vent isn't exactly warm, so Peter is just actively worried about trying to sleep here on top of everything else.]
Yeah, rest- rest is a good idea. Are you going to be okay to sleep in here-?
Doesn't matter. [Leo cuts him off.] Better than out there where that thing is. Long as I get an hour or two, I'll be fine and I can figure something out after that. Maybe that thing'll move on by then.
[Peter nods, before realizing its probably too dark to actually see each other that well. He wonders what else they can do but their options are limited right now.] Right. You're right.
Let's... try to get you settled okay? I can stay awake and keep watch.
[He was already starting to drift. He's so rarely this tired and able to drop off so quickly, but this whole situation has worn down every last nerve he has. he tucks himself closer to Peter, curling into him shivering.]
[Peter just wraps his arms around Leo, holding him close as the turtle tries to settle down against him. Peter knows he's going to be the only source of heat between the two of them.
The urge to risk the danger to find a blanket is strong, but he can't leave Leo here.]
[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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With both of them somewhere safer, Peter is trying to think about the situation. He's aware of the fact both of them work a little better with something to grasp onto. Even if their loose plans always leaned into 'wanna throw web grenades through a portal?'.] Whatever it is, its... it knows stuff about us? How?
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Reyes knew stuff about us before we got here. Probably not too far to figure this thing knows whatever she knows.
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he thought he had an answer. Some explanation of what's happening but he doesn't. Not yet, but there has to be. Reyes knew stuff about them without ever having seen them, so- So this thing must be tapped into that, whatever it is. And has their voices on some kind of voice changer or something.]
I don't know.
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I dunno, this- has to be something else? Somehow. I dunno. I just-
[He glances back down, torn on what to do.]
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[He doesn't want to look at that thing too long, too closely. What if it can sense them watching? He scoots back away from the open air vent and into the duct proper. If they're quiet, then maybe they can use this to get around... Once he stops feeling so cold, down to the bones.]
C'mon.
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Where Leo leads, Peter will follow.]
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Just - need some rest. Then I can figure out a plan to get us out. [Is it possible to be both panicked and sleepy at the same time? Because that's where he's at.]
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Yeah, rest- rest is a good idea. Are you going to be okay to sleep in here-?
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Let's... try to get you settled okay? I can stay awake and keep watch.
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[He was already starting to drift. He's so rarely this tired and able to drop off so quickly, but this whole situation has worn down every last nerve he has. he tucks himself closer to Peter, curling into him shivering.]
Just wanna kick her ass and get outta here.
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The urge to risk the danger to find a blanket is strong, but he can't leave Leo here.]
We're gonna get there. Just, gotta rest first.
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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?