Smacked a cat, huh. Sam raised an eyebrow at that, furrowed his brows a little, and mostly came up with the image of Peter batting aside a furry white kitten that went yowling into the ether. Probably not the picture the kid meant to incur. (Look, he already genuinely had some trouble thinking of Peter having enough super strength to kill someone. Just. In terms of size.
Obviously, he was never gonna say this to Peter's face.)
Sam was all ready to hear what was up, since Peter looked pretty upbeat for once under the circumstances and he could sure as hell use some good news, even if it wasn't his own, but apparently, he was more crap at hiding the shit night he'd had than he'd thought.
For a moment, he considered sweeping Peter's concern under the carpet. He was just a kid, Christ, he didn't need to hear about Sam's issues. But Peter had kinda spilled his heart out the last time they'd met and Sam hadn't exactly held back as much as he should've. But Sam had left his childhood in tatters around the age of ten, so he was well aware that being a teenager didn't make Peter much of a kid when stuff like this was happening. Especially not after what Peter had told him.
You know, just once, he'd like it to not be too freaking late to protect someone.
Sam sat down next to him. It helped that Peter knew, well. Peter. Just 'cause then it felt less like dumping his problems on someone and more like breaking the news. "You remember my roommate? The, uh, your Peter One, you met him a couple weeks back? He's..." Torn to pieces. Ultimate fucking chewtoy. "Not here anymore."
Obviously, he was never gonna say this to Peter's face.)
Sam was all ready to hear what was up, since Peter looked pretty upbeat for once under the circumstances and he could sure as hell use some good news, even if it wasn't his own, but apparently, he was more crap at hiding the shit night he'd had than he'd thought.
For a moment, he considered sweeping Peter's concern under the carpet. He was just a kid, Christ, he didn't need to hear about Sam's issues. But Peter had kinda spilled his heart out the last time they'd met and Sam hadn't exactly held back as much as he should've. But Sam had left his childhood in tatters around the age of ten, so he was well aware that being a teenager didn't make Peter much of a kid when stuff like this was happening. Especially not after what Peter had told him.
You know, just once, he'd like it to not be too freaking late to protect someone.
Sam sat down next to him. It helped that Peter knew, well. Peter. Just 'cause then it felt less like dumping his problems on someone and more like breaking the news. "You remember my roommate? The, uh, your Peter One, you met him a couple weeks back? He's..." Torn to pieces. Ultimate fucking chewtoy. "Not here anymore."
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