( Peter takes the things she brings back, head tipping forward in quiet thanks. The pills go down easily enough, though there's a wave of nausea when he takes a hearty sip of water, and he has to take a moment to let that abate before reaching for the cloth.
Slowly, he lies back, placing the cloth over his forehead enough so that it's covering his eyes. Immediately, the weighted darkness helps; it actually surprises him how quickly it does.
—And there's a sudden little thought, a memory, that flickers across his mind like the click of a film reel. Some random time when he was little and sick, staying home from school, and his mom was placing a cool washcloth over his forehead to bring down a fever. That was maybe back when she could stand him. )
I probably... shouldn't have done it. ( He realises, in retrospect, with an almost self-deprecatory tone. Fucking with stuff he doesn't know about... that could be dangerous. Especially for him; he knows that. )
...Guess I kind of wanted to just.... forget about shit for awhile, you know?
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Slowly, he lies back, placing the cloth over his forehead enough so that it's covering his eyes. Immediately, the weighted darkness helps; it actually surprises him how quickly it does.
—And there's a sudden little thought, a memory, that flickers across his mind like the click of a film reel. Some random time when he was little and sick, staying home from school, and his mom was placing a cool washcloth over his forehead to bring down a fever. That was maybe back when she could stand him. )
I probably... shouldn't have done it. ( He realises, in retrospect, with an almost self-deprecatory tone. Fucking with stuff he doesn't know about... that could be dangerous. Especially for him; he knows that. )
...Guess I kind of wanted to just.... forget about shit for awhile, you know?