( he says as he's making his way over to the fountain. it's half-mumbled to himself, half-said to eddie, but peter doesn't take any special care to make sure that eddie hears him. he knows precisely why he feels awful, and he knows he has precisely himself to blame. ) And by 'okay', I mean— ( he starts, turning back towards eddie to make sure, this time, that he can hear. peter pauses to step up onto the stone edge of the fountain and dip his boots, one by one, into the water.
the soft sloshing of the water is kind of entrancing and if he didn't know who else had been washing their puke-covered boots in it, he'd be tempted to splash some on his face to cool down a little.
(nevermind.) ) —not dead? ( it had seemed like the right thing to ask, but given eddie's answer (dude, what the fuck?) and the whole everything of their situation, he's not entirely sure what he'd meant by 'okay'. most people didn't do this kind of thing for a living.
he shifts his weight and drops to sit on the edge of the fountain, waiting for eddie to stand and make his way over. ) Honestly? ( he remarks suddenly, deciding to skip past the demon bat thing unless eddie wants to talk about it, which — is totally possible, given he brought it up apropos of nothing. ) I have got the mother of all hangovers, so we're probably lucky I didn't join you.
( it's punctuated by a quick grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes and whilst it's semi true, it's meant more to make eddie feel at least slightly better about hurling in the middle of a really nice patio in what looks to be the mediterranean than it is anything else.
omg this took me twenty years I AM SO SORRY
( he says as he's making his way over to the fountain. it's half-mumbled to himself, half-said to eddie, but peter doesn't take any special care to make sure that eddie hears him. he knows precisely why he feels awful, and he knows he has precisely himself to blame. ) And by 'okay', I mean— ( he starts, turning back towards eddie to make sure, this time, that he can hear. peter pauses to step up onto the stone edge of the fountain and dip his boots, one by one, into the water.
the soft sloshing of the water is kind of entrancing and if he didn't know who else had been washing their puke-covered boots in it, he'd be tempted to splash some on his face to cool down a little.
(nevermind.) ) —not dead? ( it had seemed like the right thing to ask, but given eddie's answer (dude, what the fuck?) and the whole everything of their situation, he's not entirely sure what he'd meant by 'okay'. most people didn't do this kind of thing for a living.
he shifts his weight and drops to sit on the edge of the fountain, waiting for eddie to stand and make his way over. ) Honestly? ( he remarks suddenly, deciding to skip past the demon bat thing unless eddie wants to talk about it, which — is totally possible, given he brought it up apropos of nothing. ) I have got the mother of all hangovers, so we're probably lucky I didn't join you.
( it's punctuated by a quick grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes and whilst it's semi true, it's meant more to make eddie feel at least slightly better about hurling in the middle of a really nice patio in what looks to be the mediterranean than it is anything else.
a beat.
a long glance as eddie sways on his feet. )
—I'm not carrying you.
( he will if he has to. )