@reknight : continued.
torn suit, split knuckles and a dried up bloodied nose; a little banged up would be the understatement of the century. he sure looked the part, mask pooled into his lap from when it was peeled away from flushed cheeks, revealing his own brunet tangles saturated with perspiration. peter somehow felt a lot better than he looked, and his eyes ever alert remained a surprising contrast against limp frame. he paid no mind to acrid air, unsure if it was coming from the unused space, or them. probably both. he hadn't yet bothered to look himself over, or take account of any broken bones. the way his body slumped into jason's said enough; that he was content that way, everything else could wait.
" straight from the maple. " his own response just above a whisper, watching crimson shell come apart to reveal tired eyes that told many a tale. never did he hold any shame for simple requests, the barriers of their masks could wait a few more minutes. observant, prying as suspected, though in the way of caring. his eye swept over familiar features. " 'course there's somethin' to look at. " another mutter, slightly raspy in his throat as gloved fingers lifted to push dampened curls from the other's skin. he wouldn't push it, despite the tingle at the mouth that wondered what his partner tasted like with a hint of iron.
" you look beat. " outright, the feeling was mutual with quiet desire to res in one exhausted heap. perhaps a little less bloodied, preferably not amongst water damage and dust. somewhere more personal. wishful thinking curled his fingers, it was his turn for doubt. " what d'you normally do? after stuff like this? " maybe they could squeeze over his bathroom sink together and watch questionable tap water turn a concerning orange. " don't plan on spending the night here, do you? "