[ When he sits up, back against the wall, he realizes he's still shaking, and he tries to stop himself through sheer force of will alone.
It doesn't work, of course, and he doesn't know if it was the panic or the fact that he's just exhausted that's doing it, but either way it makes him feel silly and weak and like a god damn invalid.
And then Kasumi's there, and he was hoping he would have a few moments, at least, to compose himself when Gamora brought her, but no such luck. Peter's never had good luck, after all. ]
I'm fine.
[ His voice is unsteady and hoarse, and he hates himself for it; he knows she won't like that answer, though, so he goes adds as an afterthought, ]
Had a bad dream.
[ And that, he thinks, is believable enough. No need for them to start worrying that he'll wake up swinging every morning, now. He licks his lip as he settles, sitting the pillow up to cushion his back. ]
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It doesn't work, of course, and he doesn't know if it was the panic or the fact that he's just exhausted that's doing it, but either way it makes him feel silly and weak and like a god damn invalid.
And then Kasumi's there, and he was hoping he would have a few moments, at least, to compose himself when Gamora brought her, but no such luck. Peter's never had good luck, after all. ]
I'm fine.
[ His voice is unsteady and hoarse, and he hates himself for it; he knows she won't like that answer, though, so he goes adds as an afterthought, ]
Had a bad dream.
[ And that, he thinks, is believable enough. No need for them to start worrying that he'll wake up swinging every morning, now. He licks his lip as he settles, sitting the pillow up to cushion his back. ]
I-- thought you'd have headed out by now.