@monogramic asked; “You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.”
head tilted back to rest against the way, breathing shallow and pained. he tries to shoot her a smile, to ease her worries, but his split lip has other plans. “i uh...fell down the stairs?” ah yes, the classic peter excuse: poorly thought out and awkwardly delivered. he stews in silence for a moment, praying he didn’t look half as bad as he felt. “do you have any ICE? i’ll also take frozen veggies. or uh, pint of ice cream. really, anything cold.”











