[ Peter presses his lips together, eyes slightly narrowed. The words “I think you just like throwing me around” try to bubble up, but he holds them caged behind his teeth.
Instead, he just makes a quiet, resigned noise at the back of his throat, as if to wordlessly say, I see your point and also, Doesn’t mean I have to like it. He moves to sit up – though with her boot against his chest her weight still holding him down, that makes things a little difficult. ]
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Instead, he just makes a quiet, resigned noise at the back of his throat, as if to wordlessly say, I see your point and also, Doesn’t mean I have to like it. He moves to sit up – though with her boot against his chest her weight still holding him down, that makes things a little difficult. ]
... Are you gonna let me up at all?