[ He clicks his tongue, eyebrows rising a little. ]
I don’t think it’s all that surprising. Bruises, bad. No bruises, good.
[ That look that crosses her face, though, brings him up short, something so quick that Peter’s not quite sure he even saw it in the first place. His lips press together, hesitant, before deciding to let the matter drop. ]
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I don’t think it’s all that surprising. Bruises, bad. No bruises, good.
[ That look that crosses her face, though, brings him up short, something so quick that Peter’s not quite sure he even saw it in the first place. His lips press together, hesitant, before deciding to let the matter drop. ]
Are we stopping?