There was nothing that could atone for the crimes his sister and father had committed.
"Fuck, Peter, what are you doing?" He grabbed Peter's wrist even as he curved his body away from the sudden rush of pain that radiated out from his side through the rest of his body. "If you're do damned worried about my pain why the hell are you causing more?"
He couldn't understand him. They had sex, they fought, and sometimes their interests were the same but they weren't friends. Concern like this couldn't actually be concern. Peter was playing with him like some sort of cat with a mouse.
Chris studied him closely, trying to figure out what he was hiding. He couldn't read anything in his expression. Peter was a master at hiding his emotions. Chris almost wished he had the heightened sense of smell just to figure out what Peter was feeling. It would've give him his thoughts but it would be a start.
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"Fuck, Peter, what are you doing?" He grabbed Peter's wrist even as he curved his body away from the sudden rush of pain that radiated out from his side through the rest of his body. "If you're do damned worried about my pain why the hell are you causing more?"
He couldn't understand him. They had sex, they fought, and sometimes their interests were the same but they weren't friends. Concern like this couldn't actually be concern. Peter was playing with him like some sort of cat with a mouse.
Chris studied him closely, trying to figure out what he was hiding. He couldn't read anything in his expression. Peter was a master at hiding his emotions. Chris almost wished he had the heightened sense of smell just to figure out what Peter was feeling. It would've give him his thoughts but it would be a start.