Peter's turning his head to face the younger boy at that bit of information — broken ribs....? Christ, how could that have happened to the poor kid...? Brows furrow, and a frown tugs at the corners of his mouth, something quietly but visibly disturbed by the thought.
"Broken ribs sounds.... fucking painful."
He'd maybe bruised some of his when he'd fallen from the attic, hit the ground, but things were soft — he'd landed in the flowerbed, and although he's not capable of thinking too much about it just now, there was something almost... intentional about that. (As though he'd been led to hit a very certain place. One that wouldn't damage his body too much.) ...His body still aches from the fall, but nothing was broken, he thinks. He imagines the snap he'd heard, felt, from the centre of his face but inside his chest instead, multiple snaps, and such thick bones to break, too... god.
Peter pauses, eyes dropping down a little, giving a soft swallow, empathy and a muted horror laced in his words. "Do they still hurt sometimes? Even after they've healed?"
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"Broken ribs sounds.... fucking painful."
He'd maybe bruised some of his when he'd fallen from the attic, hit the ground, but things were soft — he'd landed in the flowerbed, and although he's not capable of thinking too much about it just now, there was something almost... intentional about that. (As though he'd been led to hit a very certain place. One that wouldn't damage his body too much.) ...His body still aches from the fall, but nothing was broken, he thinks. He imagines the snap he'd heard, felt, from the centre of his face but inside his chest instead, multiple snaps, and such thick bones to break, too... god.
Peter pauses, eyes dropping down a little, giving a soft swallow, empathy and a muted horror laced in his words. "Do they still hurt sometimes? Even after they've healed?"