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Lori internally cringed at the descriptive detail he gave her. Normally she could take the gruesome details but with this being someone she was close with, she didn’t want to think about him being ripped apart. “Shame, we don’t want that then.”

She always enjoy Peter without his mask on, so when he started taking it off she started to get excited. It had been month since she saw his scarred face and she preferred it much more then when he had the mask on though she couldn’t complain either way. Stepping closer to him, she ran one of her hands down his cheek before tracing the scars with her fingers. ”That maybe true but I don’t think you need to have anymore but I will still think you are perfect no matter what you do, so just take the compliment yeah?”

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"Perfect?" The sheer amount of compliments she was giving him made him feel uneasy, and it showed on his face. He wasn't used to people touching him, not gently, at least. Any time anyone had lifted a hand to his face, it wasn't to caress his scars and tell him he was perfect. It usually had more dislocations and bruises involved. He was tense as she did it, giving her a suspicious look that darted from her hand to her face and back a few times. It was obvious it was unwelcome affection, but he didn't know how to react to it. A gesture like that was completely foreign. Even his mother had denied him a touch that soft, the closest thing coming from his deranged scissor-twirling sister. Was Lori about to hit him..?

Though they'd healed long ago, to the point that he wasn't entirely sure where his scars were on his face without a mirror or photo nearby, he could tell that's what her finger followed. "Do they bother you?" He fiddled with the mask in his hands. Maybe taking it off had been impolite. "I find wearing a mask like this to be dreadfully claustrophobic after a time. It's rather thick and heavy." To make his point, he knocked his knuckles to the mask's forehead, making a dull thunk sound to prove it's material. "It still shatters every now and again, but leaves much fewer splinters than the original model. And, if it's any consolation," he absently closed a hand over the long scar around his neck. "I rather like them, myself."

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A small smile appeared on her face as Lori tried to hide the small blush as he paid her a compliment, but she was sure a light sprinkle of pink spread over her cheeks. ”Well, maybe not the rest of the team, but at least you have one person who cares right?”

"Would the rack even hurt you?" She asked with a tilted of her head, she had seen him in action as he twist himself around a person, tighter and tighter until the person had stopped breathing, it didn’t even like it bothered him and truthfully she didn’t even know if he could feel pain.

"I know, I just… next time can you just say you are leaving?" So I won’t worry as much.? She finished in her head. She knew the team wasn’t full of goody two shoes heroes but she cared for everyone on the team especially Ragdoll. Letting her eyes wander over the man in front of her she disagreed, In her mind he didn’t anything else removed even if he wanted them to be. “Why would you have anything removed? You’re perfect the way you are.”

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One person that cared? Hmm. This was unfamiliar and strange. Ragdoll wasn't sure how to respond to it, just let it slide into the next topic, and rest in the back of his mind for later. "I'm sure if you cranked it far enough, yes. Muscle and skin, even mine, doesn't stretch indefinitely. My artificial joints would either fail and pop loose, or the bones themselves would snap like damp chopsticks." He tapped the lips of his mask with his gloved finger, smiling beneath it. "Even so, I can twist and bend, but stretching is something entirely different. While I am rather flexible... I'm made of meat and bone, not elastic and rubber. Well, the majority is meat and bone. Some is metal and plastic."

He reached behind his head to loosen the fastens on his mask, tangled under the strands of red wool. "Tragic though it is, if I get much lighter, there won't be enough of the squishy parts to keep me alive. If I had more removed, I could bend further still, be faster, hide more effectively... Self actualization, if you subscribe to Maslow, betterment of the self if you don't." He removed the mask, once it was undone, and held it in one hand while the other brushed his face. As much as he liked the mask, it did tend to get a little smothering, after a while. "Removing pieces is how I got to be what I am. If I'm perfect the way I am, I'm perfect as the result of over a hundred surgeries, and could be more perfect with a few more. You may be confusing me with my father, if you think what I do is my natural beauty."

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A smile couldn’t help but grow on her face as he yelped from the pain. He deserved that pain. She was happy he was back, safe. While she was angry to begin with she was overjoyed that he was back. Lori let go of Peter as much as she didn’t want to. She liked having that warmth of his body against her. It reminded her that he was here but she stood back taking him in. It was him. 100% him.

She stayed quiet as he rambled on, she didn’t care about the ice cream that was longer here. She just liked hearing his voice. It was another way to reassure her that he was really here. “And why would I have cleats?” She wasn’t sporty in any way and as far as she knew only people who played football wore them.

"I have a whip." Her smile turning into a smirk as she thought of the things she could do to him but quickly shook her head not wanting to cause anymore harm to him. "But we can get to that later, where have you been? I- We were worried when you left."

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"'We'? As in, more than just your sweet self? ... I admit I hadn't prepared for that." If confronted at all about vanishing, he'd suspected it would be by Scandal, more unhappy about him shirking responsibility than genuine concern for his safety. He shrugged up both palms. "Can't a fellow enjoy a sick day here or there unquestioned? If I'm to be interrogated, I'd like it to be known that my preference is for the rack. I'm sure I'll be happy with any method you choose, just not the Briar Patch."

A shame about the cleats. Whips were a touch cliché, but who was he to argue with results? He was, again, relieved his mask hid his face, but the downward tilt and uncharacteristically quiet air to him was all the expression he needed. "A man is entitled to a few secrets, even from friends. Especially from friends. We're not good people, Lori, not a one of us. I don't want you thinking less of me than you surely already do. Tell yourself I was helping to feed the hungry or build homes for orphans, perhaps. Choose whichever you find most likely to get you a good night's sleep. I was nowhere dangerous and have returned to you with no missing parts, no matter how I pleaded to have some removed, and am in no worse condition than I was when I left your company. Is that reassurance enough?"

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Every single day since he left, Lori felt something missing. She knew since the day he had saved her that she had developed feelings for the man but it was just a small crush. Nothing that would ever grow into something more especially now that he left without telling anyone but when he disappeared without telling anyone, something in her broke. She was hurt that he left without a goodbye.

She was curled up on her bed, eyes closed while music blasted through her headphones. This was how she spent her free time, she didn’t have much else to do but she didn’t mind seeing as it was the only down time she got with being apart of the Secret Six.

As her stomach growled she forced herself up, off her bed and to the door the lead to hallway. At first she didn’t notice the man sneaking in until her eyes saw a pair of feet in front of her. Her eyes widen and they drifted up the lanky body until she got to the masked face.

"You’re back." She stated in shock, not believing what her eyes were showing her, flinging herself forward she wrapped her arms around his neck, not caring for what he had in his arm. She held on to him for a few minutes before loosening her grip on him and punched his shoulder as hard as she could, she was angry at him for leaving but he was back and she couldn’t help but bring him in for another hug.

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As soon as a door opened, Peter darted his attention to it and froze in place, just outside of it and still reaching towards his own doorknob. So close. But it was Lori, of all people, and seeing her gave him a pang of guilt he was grateful his mask kept hidden. He didn't have much chance to react or explain, and suddenly found a girl latched onto him. With such a stringy body, he could feel the contact on every bone, the compression in his collarbone and each rib that pressed back into her body. She was soft and warm and this was weird. He had to stumble back just to stay on his feet, arms flailed open but not closing around her, too surprised and confused to return the embrace like he felt he ought to.

"... Yes, I am." He twisted his neck to try to see her face. Hugs didn't normally last this long, did they? He kept still and kept quiet, embarrassingly unfamiliar with this sort of social convention. But... This was nice. Hugs were nice. And then she punched him. His mask didn't flinch, of course, but the face under it yelped and he rubbed the spot she'd hit, (with considerable force, he'd add, though he himself was so thin that it didn't really set the bar very high), and turned his head to the floor. "I suppose I have no proper excuse, though I did bring frozen treats. They melted before I could arrive, however, and I misplaced the gooey remains. I truly do have no excuse nor token of apology." But she'd simply pulled him into another hug, and this time, he slowly and gingerly tapped a gloved hand between her shoulder blades. "I'll allow you to hit me again, if that would make amends."

This was strange. Usually, when he was wrapping his limbs around someone like this, it meant he was trying to suffocate them or break something vital. The way he attempted to return the hug was stiff and awkward, unsure of how to do this without snapping a neck or otherwise being strange. "I imagine both of us are more comfortable with simply causing me bodily harm. Yes, that would be best. Do you own cleats?"

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If Peter was honest with himself- and let's be honest with ourselves too, for a moment- he didn't expect to be missed. Rather, he hadn't expected his absence to be noticed, much less for it to upset anyone. He wasn't planning to be as long as he was, but family matters for the Merkels rarely unwound easily, being known for their twisted bodies and twisted minds.

He slipped through familiar halls, as always, careful to not spill blood on the carpeting, lest Jeanette have to scold him again. Back in the comfort of home, with his best friend's stuffed torso, his pet monkeys, and the generous supply of gelatin he'd left in the refrigerator under a sticky note very politely requesting none of his housemates partake. Being as the sun was still up, he doubted anyone would be awake or present, and let out a sigh of contentment as his own room came into sight. Just at the end of the hall, past the four rooms belonging to Thomas and Lawton on one side, Scandal and Bane on the other. His own, just across from Lori's. His footfall was light and he took some comfort in knowing, beyond any doubt, that any sort of where-the-hell-did-you-get-off-to conversations could wait until later.

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