[ Whatever this is, it really isn't a nightmare, is it. The younger boy's right: this place somehow has other people in it, somehow they've been brought here. Peter's started to piece that much together, though he has no idea how to even voice it. He tries to concentrate on slowing his breathing, resting one palm on his stomach, feeling it rise up and down.
Talking to someone.. helps. Someone small and young, someone kind and doe-eyed. It has an odd lump in Peter's throat to look at him, but it still helps that he's there. After a moment, he slowly sits up. ]
I think so. I don't remember what the doctor said, but it sure feels broken. [ The injury is painfully fresh, only happened yesterday where he's from, but the pain keeps him grounded. As Peter begins to focus more, his eyes catch those marks on the other's arms, the darkness around his eyes. That sort of darkness is familiar: tired, worn.
Slowly, he frowns, eyes on the bruised lines across Will's skin, leaning forwards. ]
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Talking to someone.. helps. Someone small and young, someone kind and doe-eyed. It has an odd lump in Peter's throat to look at him, but it still helps that he's there. After a moment, he slowly sits up. ]
I think so. I don't remember what the doctor said, but it sure feels broken. [ The injury is painfully fresh, only happened yesterday where he's from, but the pain keeps him grounded. As Peter begins to focus more, his eyes catch those marks on the other's arms, the darkness around his eyes. That sort of darkness is familiar: tired, worn.
Slowly, he frowns, eyes on the bruised lines across Will's skin, leaning forwards. ]
Did someone do that to you?