No Biting For hornrimmed
Peter had been dozing off and on since he got home. The pain meds always did that to him, just like when his arm had been injured last month. He wasn't happy about being in the fog of pain pills yet again, even if bite wounds hurt like hell--he wouldn't stay on them long, just for a day or two. He opened his eyes, watching what Bennet was doing quietly with his head on his lover's shoulder.
"Did you fight the Cyberdemon yet?" he asked, moving his head to look up at him. It was nice to have someone here, rather than having to go home to an empty apartment. Bennet took good care of him. Peter didn't think this situation was as bad as others certainly, but his arm throbbed and it was good to have someone there who cared about him when he wasn't feeling top of his game.
"Did you fight the Cyberdemon yet?" he asked, moving his head to look up at him. It was nice to have someone here, rather than having to go home to an empty apartment. Bennet took good care of him. Peter didn't think this situation was as bad as others certainly, but his arm throbbed and it was good to have someone there who cared about him when he wasn't feeling top of his game.