[ juno says "mri" and peter blinks, slowly, but blinks. and then laughs. they're a mess and juno is looking at him the way you look at a puzzle whose pieces are gradually becomes more and more easier to decipher and somehow it doesn't bother peter, not like it would bother him were someone else to size him up like this.
juno knows. he can trust juno. he trusted him the moment he looked at the fields "FIRST NAME" and "LAST NAME" and signed, signed, signed away his life. somewhere in the dark, he knows there should be details, that he's cleverer than this, that there are more layers to the fantasy, but now? now he doesn't know much much beyond the fact that a) he is a man whose name is solely his own and b) somewhere in this hospital is a surly dame named juno steel who knows it too.
and juno won't let him drown. like he won't let juno sink under, not without his hand to hold. juno, juno, juno fills his mind like a heartbeat. ]
Your guess is as good as mine, [ peter confesses, pulling back just enough to reveal the truthful pinching of his brows, an expression no one else would see pierce steel wear. he was always certain, no guesses, no puzzling, only surety.
all he remembers is dark and murky and he just aches from the tips of his toes that feel so incredibly cold to the pit of his stomach clenched fast in a fist (he's hungry). but god he doesn't care about any of that more than he cares about juno. he had two eyes before, not one bloodshot and tired and more pupil than bright iris.
peter shifts, cups juno's cheek with his palm, thumbs the skin under that one good eye and his heart wells up. steady. keep him steady. keep him afloat. ] The only thing I can be certain of is that you're my very, very brave detective. And... [ peter's voice falters, dry, throat working. he closes his eyes a moment. juno is a silhouette, strong against the light, all coat and shoulders and jauntily tipped hat in the dark. silhouette like some avenging entity.
it'll come back. it will. it has to. there's more to the story, the entire thing, but thinking about it makes peter's head throb something monstrous. ] And... I think you should lie back down. With me. Because you are crushing my poor legs, Juno Steel. [ ur heavy and he's blaming it on the painkillers that are turning u into dead weight. ]
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juno knows. he can trust juno. he trusted him the moment he looked at the fields "FIRST NAME" and "LAST NAME" and signed, signed, signed away his life. somewhere in the dark, he knows there should be details, that he's cleverer than this, that there are more layers to the fantasy, but now? now he doesn't know much much beyond the fact that a) he is a man whose name is solely his own and b) somewhere in this hospital is a surly dame named juno steel who knows it too.
and juno won't let him drown. like he won't let juno sink under, not without his hand to hold. juno, juno, juno fills his mind like a heartbeat. ]
Your guess is as good as mine, [ peter confesses, pulling back just enough to reveal the truthful pinching of his brows, an expression no one else would see pierce steel wear. he was always certain, no guesses, no puzzling, only surety.
all he remembers is dark and murky and he just aches from the tips of his toes that feel so incredibly cold to the pit of his stomach clenched fast in a fist (he's hungry). but god he doesn't care about any of that more than he cares about juno. he had two eyes before, not one bloodshot and tired and more pupil than bright iris.
peter shifts, cups juno's cheek with his palm, thumbs the skin under that one good eye and his heart wells up. steady. keep him steady. keep him afloat. ] The only thing I can be certain of is that you're my very, very brave detective. And... [ peter's voice falters, dry, throat working. he closes his eyes a moment. juno is a silhouette, strong against the light, all coat and shoulders and jauntily tipped hat in the dark. silhouette like some avenging entity.
it'll come back. it will. it has to. there's more to the story, the entire thing, but thinking about it makes peter's head throb something monstrous. ] And... I think you should lie back down. With me. Because you are crushing my poor legs, Juno Steel. [ ur heavy and he's blaming it on the painkillers that are turning u into dead weight. ]