[ Peter peers into the fallen, hollow log with a fair amount of skepticism when Charlie ducks in. And when Charlie gestures for him to follow, unlike the shorter man, Peter has to crouch a little to avoid hitting his head against the makeshift roof. Carefully, he maneuvers himself to take a seat, grunting quietly with the effort.
At Charlie's next direction, his gaze flits up to him, suddenly wary though he keeps most of it from his face. Rather than remove the shirt entirely, he rucks up the hem just enough to give Charlie access to the wound; this time, with more of his wits about him, he manages to keep the edges of the Mark hidden from view. ]
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At Charlie's next direction, his gaze flits up to him, suddenly wary though he keeps most of it from his face. Rather than remove the shirt entirely, he rucks up the hem just enough to give Charlie access to the wound; this time, with more of his wits about him, he manages to keep the edges of the Mark hidden from view. ]