"Please," Peter snorted. "Don't make me sound so predictable. It's insulting."
Which didn't mean Chris was wrong, by any means. Tactically speaking, he's exactly on point. It was much easier to execute a plan amidst chaos, when everyone was torn in six different directions all at once and had so much on their plate they could barely think straight.
Besides, Peter's been thinking. Considering his options-- and he had them. The question was one of which way to go. Still, like Chris said, he wasn't in any particular rush. Werewolves stayed in their prime longer than humans, and Peter had time.
He remained close, lashes lowered and heavy, nose brushing briefly against Chris's in an almost affectionate gesture. "Why don't you ask me to take your pain away?"
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Which didn't mean Chris was wrong, by any means. Tactically speaking, he's exactly on point. It was much easier to execute a plan amidst chaos, when everyone was torn in six different directions all at once and had so much on their plate they could barely think straight.
Besides, Peter's been thinking. Considering his options-- and he had them. The question was one of which way to go. Still, like Chris said, he wasn't in any particular rush. Werewolves stayed in their prime longer than humans, and Peter had time.
He remained close, lashes lowered and heavy, nose brushing briefly against Chris's in an almost affectionate gesture. "Why don't you ask me to take your pain away?"