[Six, sure, that's a reasonable number. And there's --
Well. There is the embarrassing weight of Peter and the hard, aching crush of the wall against his shoulder. His surprised grunt is at least muffled by arrow-fire, but the what the ever loving christ is a bit louder. Every day a teenager is stronger than him is a bad day, but it's especially just outright weird to have his life saved by Peter Hale (jr). The wide eyed, slight panic isn't wholly directed to the arrows, but it would be nice if they could just pretend that it were.
He's fine. It's fine. ] Son of a bitch, [he says, without pushing Peter away from him. It's hard to say if this is about the arrows or his shoulder. Probably, it's both. ] Are you this goddamn paranoid? Where the hell did he get all these arrows -- [He is now, quite slowly, shifting in a way that suggests Peter should give him some space. He just wants to rub his shoulder; he's old, Peter. It's what old people do to their aches. ]
-- Thank you. [This is less begrudging than they both might be expecting. If this Peter ever meets Scott, maybe he'll understand Chris a little better. It's hard not to be a little nicer when Scott looks at you with his big sad eyes. ]
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Well. There is the embarrassing weight of Peter and the hard, aching crush of the wall against his shoulder. His surprised grunt is at least muffled by arrow-fire, but the what the ever loving christ is a bit louder. Every day a teenager is stronger than him is a bad day, but it's especially just outright weird to have his life saved by Peter Hale (jr). The wide eyed, slight panic isn't wholly directed to the arrows, but it would be nice if they could just pretend that it were.
He's fine. It's fine. ] Son of a bitch, [he says, without pushing Peter away from him. It's hard to say if this is about the arrows or his shoulder. Probably, it's both. ] Are you this goddamn paranoid? Where the hell did he get all these arrows -- [He is now, quite slowly, shifting in a way that suggests Peter should give him some space. He just wants to rub his shoulder; he's old, Peter. It's what old people do to their aches. ]
-- Thank you. [This is less begrudging than they both might be expecting. If this Peter ever meets Scott, maybe he'll understand Chris a little better. It's hard not to be a little nicer when Scott looks at you with his big sad eyes. ]