Piggyback Rides~

[4leaf_charmed]

WHO: Conner and Peter
WHEN: June 7th, afternoon
WHERE: Peter’s house then Hospital
WHAT: You shouldn’t put off a hurt ankle. Conner piggybacks Peter to the hospital~*~*
RATING: BB for brotherly bonding and maybe a hint of Moeness

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BIG BROTHER~

[longlivesealand]

Peter was feeling a bit... foolish. After all, he was seated in front of the door with his legs stretched out, wiggling his one good ankle. Like a child waiting for his mum to come home, he kept anxiously glancing to his phone next to him.

He hoped - oh god, he hoped - Conner hadn't forgotten about him. He had been too proud to tell Tino that his ankle hadn't healed up properly and he certainly did not want to bother Berwald about his small issue. And let's not even mention Raivis; that lad had enough troubles of his own.

It was all up to Conner to rescue him from the horrid pain and numbness. Even moving a toe of that foot was torture. Peter might be clueless when it came to his own health, but he could feel the ankle getting worse by the millisecond.

The knock slapped him out of his trance. His lips parted to a wide grin as he hobbled up on one foot and struggled to unlock the door.

"Conner~!!" Peter greeted. Whether it was because he tripped or if it was an intentional act, either way, Peter ended up embracing his Irish brother. Which should come as a surprise as... when was the last time Peter had ever hugged a blood-related person?

"What kept you? You shouldn't keep people waiting, you know! Ack, ouch, w-one moment."

He turned back to the door and locked it behind him.

"All right~! The hospital! The hospital! Hurry. I'm in pain, you know." Either still, the grin on his face didn't wither. He was genuinely happy to see Conner.

Lil' bro~*~*~*~*

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner grunted in surprise when suddenly Peter flung himself at his chest- tripped? - and they ended up hugging. A bit awkward after last night but if the kid wanted a hug who was he to say no? Just because Erin - no, think about the wee lad right now. Get him to the hospital and brood later over a pint.

"Peter," he mumbled back. He felt bad for being late too, hadn't he said he'd be here a least an hour before now? Maybe he should have grabbed another taxi, after last night's run to the airport though he didn't think he'd have enough to make it to the hospital. "Sorry 'bout that. Erin came back late, had tae git her frum the airport since Beth up and left."

Conner shook his head and tugged his ponytail to make sure it was tightened. "Alright lad, calm down." Amazing how hyper the kid could be, even when in pain.

He turned around and crouched down, glancing over his shoulder with a brow raised. "Well, come on then. Git on." Thank goodness Peter was tiny for his age. A diet of coffee and energy drinks probably made him lighter than he should be too. Maybe he needed to come by every so often and make the kid eat? Cabbage and potatoes made a boy grow strong. Wait, what was with that odd look?

"Ain't got a car and ain't having ye walk on that foot. Carryin' ye there. Daen't jostle 'round tae much, aye?"

THE CUTENESS IS KILLLIN ME.

[longlivesealand]

It took Peter a long moment of staring at Conner before he fully understood what his Irish brother had wanted. Redness flushed his cheeks. The last person to give him a piggyback ride was that Aussie man, and that had been embarrassing, considering that he hardly knew the man. But somehow, when it was Conner offering the service, Peter only widened his grin and hopped on without a moan.

He secured himself safely onto Conner's back and might have nuzzled in against the man's neck, took a stiff inhale of the scent of nicotine, before he shyly lowered his chin on Conner's shoulder.

"Ready," he muttered in a rather high-pitched voice.

As they began to walk, Peter thought it was a good time to tell Conner the news that he had been dying to share. He hadn't even told Macbeth about it.... but the Scots was always difficult to locate.

"Mummy set up a trust fund for me before she died," he began to narrate, "and when she died, it was passed on to Arthur's control. Now, Arthur's relinquished his legal hold on it." He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words. "I think that... legally, we don't have much to do with each other no more. It's like... he's given me away, you know?"