Peter's dozing off the the side, curled up on one of the overturned tables because the floor was just--no. He hasn't been getting much (any) sleep since Bluestar died, always waking up after a short time in a jolt of fear that he was too late. Still, he was tired enough that he's been catching an hour or two before jolting awake, even though he doesn't want to sleep, he doesn't need to sleep, it's fine--
And he jolts awake again, when he finally hears Flynn moving around.
"Wha--" his eyes are wide and for a second he looks completely terrified and baffled to where he is, but then he remembers suddenly and--
"Flynn." His shoulders relax and he sounds utterly relieved. He manages a wan smile, look, he hasn't smiled in days even. You're here, bro! This is terrible circumstances but also great!
Peter sits up, and rubs his face, his left sleeve moving to reveal that he no longer has bandages, but a hint of the fresh scarring peeking through. He takes the earbuds out of his ears, and turns off his Zune.
cw ptsd, refs to self harm (continued for rest of thread)
And he jolts awake again, when he finally hears Flynn moving around.
"Wha--" his eyes are wide and for a second he looks completely terrified and baffled to where he is, but then he remembers suddenly and--
"Flynn." His shoulders relax and he sounds utterly relieved. He manages a wan smile, look, he hasn't smiled in days even. You're here, bro! This is terrible circumstances but also great!
Peter sits up, and rubs his face, his left sleeve moving to reveal that he no longer has bandages, but a hint of the fresh scarring peeking through. He takes the earbuds out of his ears, and turns off his Zune.