Peter...didn't move. He watched Stiles, though, listened to his heartbeat, his breath. He was going to be really irritated if the boy had an attack here.
He frowned when Stiles flinched away from her, more protective than anything, and worried about that, about a rejection of her. Because of him. She wasn't as isolated as he was and it hurt to think of her being cut off from people she cared about because of choosing him.
The question made him uncomfortable, too, simply because it slammed into things too raw. His gaze switched to her for her answer, though, almost relieved. There were words, things, he wasn't ready to say or talk about.
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Date: 2013-07-27 05:09 pm (UTC)Peter...didn't move. He watched Stiles, though, listened to his heartbeat, his breath. He was going to be really irritated if the boy had an attack here.
He frowned when Stiles flinched away from her, more protective than anything, and worried about that, about a rejection of her. Because of him. She wasn't as isolated as he was and it hurt to think of her being cut off from people she cared about because of choosing him.
The question made him uncomfortable, too, simply because it slammed into things too raw. His gaze switched to her for her answer, though, almost relieved. There were words, things, he wasn't ready to say or talk about.
"I'm not hurting her."