[ He hums in response -- the only acknowledgement that he's listening. He's concentrating on this. Concentrating on wrapping the bandage, because this is what he can fix. This is easy, this is simple.
(This is fixing a tiny leak when half the hull is gone. This is missing the forest for the trees.)
He ties off the bandage, careful not to tie it too tightly. Life as a thief meant injuries, and solo work meant having to patch himself up. The bandage maybe isn't wrapped as nicely as a professional would do it, but it's secure, at least, and he was careful not to make it too tight or too loose.
He looks up, gaze catching on the bruises on her neck again, and he grimaces. He should've-- he's not sure. Should've pressed more, he guesses. He should've asked what the fuck was going on with her instead of sitting back and waiting. Peter's not used to the idea of being a friend -- hell, he doesn't even know if they are friends. He's just the guy who keeps showing up to slap on a band-aid and send her on her way. ]
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(This is fixing a tiny leak when half the hull is gone. This is missing the forest for the trees.)
He ties off the bandage, careful not to tie it too tightly. Life as a thief meant injuries, and solo work meant having to patch himself up. The bandage maybe isn't wrapped as nicely as a professional would do it, but it's secure, at least, and he was careful not to make it too tight or too loose.
He looks up, gaze catching on the bruises on her neck again, and he grimaces. He should've-- he's not sure. Should've pressed more, he guesses. He should've asked what the fuck was going on with her instead of sitting back and waiting. Peter's not used to the idea of being a friend -- hell, he doesn't even know if they are friends. He's just the guy who keeps showing up to slap on a band-aid and send her on her way. ]
Your friends don't know yet, huh?