#pleaasseeee

CAN SOMEONE PLEEEEAAASEEEE DRAW MAUREEN AND PETE DOING THIS

Iago deserves every ounce of vitriol, but they're careful not to hang their head while they take it, no matter how badly they'd like to curl into a ball and succumb to a scolding right now. They know all too well that the kicked puppy look never helps anyone feel better. And they think that's what they're trying to do, despite how it may seem.

They took her anger and fuel it instead, watching it fester until it boiled over at last. They wish nothing but repentance for themselves and catharsis for her as she punctuates each Hate you Hate you Hate you with a well aimed jab at them.

It's a careful dance Iago leads. Enough hits to make her feel better and enough parries and counters so that it's still the semblance of a fair, satisfying fight. Iago hadn't known her to be such a brawler, but she's got quite the right hook, which they find out as soon as they brace themselves to let her have one and are, consequently, knocked off their feet.

Stars burst in their vision and they feel more of a gush than the familiar trickle of blood from their nose. Pain blooms from the center of their face and makes them temporarily forget the steps to this waltz, or that they're supposed to be dancing at all.

Instincts kick in, a dimension door to catch them before hitting the ground, landing them a safer distance away. Eyes wide and unblinking on their opponent lest they miss any sudden movements, scrambling backwards more still. Dragging themselves upright with practiced perseverance like this very well may be life or death.

They bite their tongue just a second before they can lasso a bolt of lighting around her pale, vulnerable throat. Ah. Yes. She's supposed to win this one, remember?

As if on cue, the blood from their nose drips past Iago's lips and they can't help but double over, spitting and coughing.

"I don't suppose-" they gag, holding a twitchy hand up. They plant their feet, knowing damn well she could cross that distance in a blink. Half hoping she does. "It's fair for me to ask for a little time out, is it?"

Of course it isn't. Tell me I'm annoying. Say no.

"A second to tidy myself up?"

911 episode called war where everyone suffers emotionally and find out Bobby is alive at the end