[ Peter fidgets a little where he sits, feeling oddly vulnerable with his Mark on display; he was always so damn careful with it, always keeping it carefully hidden with scarves and high collars, never letting anyone at his back if he absolutely had to have his shirt off for whatever reason.

Now, he feels slightly hunted, and he rolls his shoulders, as if he could feel the Mark like a physical weight on his skin.

He listens to the grind of stone on stone as Charlie works, allowing himself a quick wince at the idea of that substance being brushed along his wound. He nearly misses when Charlie continues on, absorbed as he is in thinking about how much that’s going to hurt, but when the words sink in, he blinks, taken aback. ]

... Wait.

[ Peter shifts to turn more fully toward Charlie. ]

You. Were worried about putting me in danger. Even though you knew exactly what I did for a living.

[ His voice has gone flat with disbelief. ]

... You do realize you literally just found me with an arrow in my back, right?