[ 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. ]
[ He wouldn't exactly be wrong about how much she may or may not like tossing him around, but she'd never acknowledge it, even if he did manage the courage to say something about it. ]
I could.
[ And, apparently, she will, because she finally takes her boot off him, and instead, offers him a hand up. ]
[ For a second, he thinks she means to keep him pinned down on the floor like this, and he’s a little too tired to do much about it, if she’s honest. When she finally relents, offering a hand, he takes it and hauls himself to his feet, wincing at the feel of bruises, at the dull throb at his side, making itself known again. ]
I feel like you enjoyed that more than I did. [ A mild sort of complaint, all things considered. ]
[ She offers a small nod, and it takes a good deal of restraint not to just demand he let her take a look, to not just openly try to do... something to help. ]
Good. You should be mindful of it when we train again tomorrow.
[ His shoulders sag a little at those words, face falling as fatigue settles into his muscles. ]
... Right.
[ Fun.
But he had asked for her help in training him, and if this was what entailed, then it would be ungrateful of him to complain. And she knows best, he figures, on how to get him up to the appropriate level, and if meeting again tomorrow is what she thinks he needs, then—
Well. It’s what he asked for.
(Sadist, a distant part of him thinks, accusatory and good-naturedly exasperated.)
His free hand kneads at the muscle, where his shoulder meets his neck. ]
[ Consistency is the key to successful training, after all. ]
And try to continue stretching to keep the muscles from tensing. It will make tomorrow more difficult if you have to spend additional time working through the pain — or you'll end up with more bruises when it slows you down.
[ She hasn't had to worry about basic bruises or minor strain impeding her training in... well, a very long time, but she knows from experience with Peter that he deals with body aches in a different manner and with unmodified speed. ]
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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?
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I could.
[ And, apparently, she will, because she finally takes her boot off him, and instead, offers him a hand up. ]
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I feel like you enjoyed that more than I did. [ A mild sort of complaint, all things considered. ]
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[ It's significantly more fun to be the one doing the knocking-down than to be knocked down, after all.
She gives him a once-over, deliberating for a moment. ]
How is your side?
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It’ll be fine.
[ Not that he’s an expert on these things. Not anymore, anyway. ]
Just bruised, I think.
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Good. You should be mindful of it when we train again tomorrow.
[ Breaks? What are breaks? ]
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... Right.
[ Fun.
But he had asked for her help in training him, and if this was what entailed, then it would be ungrateful of him to complain. And she knows best, he figures, on how to get him up to the appropriate level, and if meeting again tomorrow is what she thinks he needs, then—
Well. It’s what he asked for.
(Sadist, a distant part of him thinks, accusatory and good-naturedly exasperated.)
His free hand kneads at the muscle, where his shoulder meets his neck. ]
Same time?
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[ Consistency is the key to successful training, after all. ]
And try to continue stretching to keep the muscles from tensing. It will make tomorrow more difficult if you have to spend additional time working through the pain — or you'll end up with more bruises when it slows you down.
[ She hasn't had to worry about basic bruises or minor strain impeding her training in... well, a very long time, but she knows from experience with Peter that he deals with body aches in a different manner and with unmodified speed. ]
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(Swallows down the inclination to straighten and say sarcastically, Sir, yes, sir.) ]
I'll do my best.