ļ¾ @peevishanchorā/ @shrillringingā Continued from Here å½”
Ā Ā ā¦Everywhere?
Ā Ā Tired eyes flickered toward the woman who asked him the question. He was littered with cuts, tares in his clothing, bruises. It was hard to pinpoint at the moment. Honestly, he was still trying to process everything that was happening, the soldiersā¦was this really over? The Bakers were dead outside of the daughter, who was laying on a table in the room across from him, talking lowly with a roughed up man heād never seen before. Counting his lossesāAndre, Clancy, his sanityā¦was it really worth feeling some relief over? Pete took a heavy blink, willing himself to focus enough for an answer.
Ā Ā āI donātā¦I donāt fuckinā knowā¦ā he replied, rubbing at his temples slightly, āMy head?ā
Ā Ā Lips would tug ever so slightly into a subtle grin,Ā as brows quirked almost gratefully at that answer. Right... she definitely could have phrased that better. Blame it on her nerves, really. Or perhaps, a silly IMPULSIVE habit that had never truly died, after all these years. It was a miracle,Ā that he had actually made it out of there alive. With so many believing that the last that they would have seen of him, was through that very last recording. Through that REHEARSAL GONE WRONG. There were just so many questions, but Claire knew that this needed to be taken slowly.
Ā Ā A quick search around, and soon enough, she would return with an ice pack in hand.Ā āHere, at least until the medic gets back...ā Keeping her voice low, especially when compared to the busy movements just outside of the tent itself, the last thing he certainly needed was a bigger headache.Ā ā... Peter, right? Peter Walken?ā









