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Just a kid from Queens ([personal profile] websnextdoor) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings 2019-03-11 12:39 am (UTC)

Peter loses track of how long he holds tight to Miles, both of them shaking with the cold and overflowing emotions. They're tired, scared, and so cold. He rocks back and forth with Miles until the other is done shedding his tears, humming pop songs as well as his parched throat will allow for to try and fill the shed with something other than the howl of the frigid wind.

"I-It's going to be okay. People here care. I care. Steve cares. We're here." He's said it a dozen times over the last however long. Minutes, hours. Peter doesn't know anymore. He feels sluggish now. Sleepy, but not quite like that. Leaden, perhaps.

"Once it...g-gets light out. We'll..." What were they going to do again? He knows it was important but he's struggling to think straight. It's So Cold. "We'll get back." Yeah, that's it.

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