(That's not Peter behavior, and she knows he heals faster, he cannot bullshit her with an excuse as bad as the flu for a man whose immune system is stronger than anything she's seen. Something is wrong, and the blueprints are the last of her worries with how sad he sounds.
The paper goes flying, unimportant, before she removes her boots and throws them... Also somewhere. If she's going to be here, she's at least not going to dirty up his bed, and very uncharacteristically gently, her hand moves to feel his forehead.
Not fever hot.)
Don't lie to me, I hate lying.
(But it's not a warning as strong as it sounds, it's... A request, as she pulls the blanket over herself too, over her head as she lies down so both of them are under it.)
no subject
The paper goes flying, unimportant, before she removes her boots and throws them... Also somewhere. If she's going to be here, she's at least not going to dirty up his bed, and very uncharacteristically gently, her hand moves to feel his forehead.
Not fever hot.)
Don't lie to me, I hate lying.
(But it's not a warning as strong as it sounds, it's... A request, as she pulls the blanket over herself too, over her head as she lies down so both of them are under it.)
I'm here, what's wrong?