Who's your Superman?

[rudolphofvamps]

Who: rudolphofvamps & askedtobe
When: THE MORNING AFTER PILL
Where: on the way back to the apartment.
Summary: What happens when two paths of shame intersect?
Warnings: Probably none...ish.

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[askedtobe]

[ After catching a few hours of.. well, he didn't really even know if he could call it sleep, at Midna's place, he forced himself to make the dreaded walk back home. Hunkered down inside the clothes that she'd gotten for him, Peter was just trying to get back as quickly as possible, trying to avoid the possibility of running into anyone at all.

Even running into Spike, literally and figuratively, was a bit hard to take, staring at the other man with a look that bordered on drearily empty. ] Hey.

[ But he forced himself into quick action so that Spike didn't end up any crispier, unlocking the door and ducking inside, thinking that maybe he could just take cover inside his bed and not come out for oh.. a year. Minimum. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

[He flew inside, throwing the blanket off like it had offended him somehow with a cloud of dust. He slammed the door and instantly deflated, a bit of blood trickling down from his cheek. He looked just as bad as he had the night he'd fought with Angel, only this time the healing bruises left a cheery purple backdrop to the carnage overtop.]

Heard about Sylar.

[askedtobe]

[ Shifting his weight a bit as he glanced around their apartment, Peter was trying to decide what to do with himself. But he couldn't just stand there, feeling miserably out of place in his own skin, and staring at Spike. Or could he? ]

What happened to you? [ or maybe he'd just ignore Spike's statement entirely, leaning slightly against the edge of the couch as he considered the merits of making coffee. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

AGI happened to me. [He shook his head, going over to his side of the room to change his torn shirt...into one that looked identical.]