[Matt doesn't expect anything from Peter in that moment. He knows that Peter's a bit miffed at him for-- well, pick something, there's a few things. He releases Peter from his grip and holds a hand out.] Help me up, we'll put old sheets on the bed because I am pretty sure I am still bleeding somewhere.
[He believes he doesn't deserve Peter. Someone who will keep their temper under control and stitch him up. Someone like Peter-- kind of timid in his presence, that will forget what he did wrong almost immediately and not give him any crap for it. Someone who will let him kiss them even when he's actively bleeding from not calling for help. Pretty much everything from the time Peter busted inside.
( of course Matt wants to move. why keep all the blood on the couch when he can get it on the bed, too? if Matt tears his stitches walking to the bed Peter will kill him before the blood loss can. okay, he wouldn't, but, it'll at least be tempting.
despite the fact he'd had his entire lanky frame compacted into a ball, Peter manages to stand easily, without so much as a foot buzzing from not moving for too long. spider mutations, they're not bad all of the time. )
You should just stay where you are. ( maybe Peter should bully him into staying on the couch, but in his experience his bed is more of a comfort, even if it can be more of a struggle to get to on occasion. it takes a careful perusal of what damage remains to even decide how to safely help Matt up, but Peter ends up on the side without stitches, pulling Matt's arm over his shoulder. at least moving, doing something, helps him to leave the emotions behind. he'll just obsess over them later, that's how he works. ) C'mon. Don't over do it, I don't think you have any more blood to lose.
[Matt leans on Peter, actually giving in and letting him do most of the lifting. Concentrating on moving to the bed, knowing that Peter will lay next to him and he won't have to worry. Maybe he didn't call Peter for the Yakuza business because he worried about him getting a bullet in the head. Matt might just think he's the only one allowed to be a vigilante.] I want you to stay close to me, that's why we're going to the bed.
[They move slowly and Matt has mild hallucinations of them slow dancing and before he knows it-- he's on his side in bed, stitches up.] Oh shit, did I get anything on you? [His voice is a little distant, but his senses are still sharp and he follows Peter around the small room without looking.]
( wow, Matt, rude. you don’t own vigilantism, and if either of them should stay in the game it’d definitely should not be the squishy catholic that healed at perfectly normal speeds, even with a spot of meditation. overall Matt is lucky Peter usually has bigger problems to deal with, problems that rarely use guns when they can be in rhino shaped war mechs or wear a silly costume. if he had more time he very well might pop in on Daredevil more often.
he’s certainly more likely to after tonight.
Matt is compact muscle; certainly heavier than he looks. still not a problem for someone with spider strength, though Peter does note by the time they cross the threshold of the bedroom Matt isn’t really walking anymore. ) ... that is a horrible reason to move, ( Peter feels obligated to point out, but it doesn’t seem like Matt isn’t listening. Peter doesn’t have time to realize he lost him for a second there, because once he gets to the bed for some reason Matt is worried about blood transfer. spoiler alert, the answer is yes. Peter’s hoodie is probably a goner. Peter isn’t much of a liar, per de, usually he just avoids the truth if it isn’t worth saying. still, he’s not above a white lie every now and again. )
No. ( there is a snap of latex as Peter takes off the gloves. if Matt is paying enough attention, he will know that’s a lie. Peter is hoping he’s too out of it at this point. he tries to fish through Matt’s things to find the old sheets, but only spots fancy lawyer suits and more tie variety than a blind guy really needs. ) Matt, shut up and sleep. ( very loving, truly, but despite what Matt seems to think Peter is not actually perfect. the sheets are pointless at this point, Peter is only stalling. stalling what? truth be told, not even Peter is sure. his instincts to be evasive are so strong he doesn’t even need a reason. )
[Matt can smell his own blood on Peter's hoodie, can smell him going to the wardrobe-- no no the sheets are in-- forget it. Matt buries his face in the pillow, and could very well black out then. But he snaps back up, neck craning and sightless eyes facing Peter.]
I'll sleep when you get over here. Please. You know I don't ask for help. Obviously or... I mean... [Matt shrugs loosely, as not to move his stitches too much. He's needy, feeling sorry for himself and just wanting the warm body of Peter Parker next to him. They could make out some other time, Matt just wanted to feel the other man sinking into the mattress beside him. He reached out with a loose hand.] Peter.
( Peter feels strange fishing through Matt's clothes and things, though there's probably no skeletons hidden in the closet Matt hasn't already confessed to him completely unprovoked. of course there's no sheets, not even on the floor, which happens to be where Peter keeps his without his aunt's intervention. he can hear Matt's head hit the pillow and he almost expects that to be it. the guy is tired enough that it could have been, if Matthew Murdock were not so damnably stubborn.
honestly, Peter doesn't know why he's searching for sheets when Matt is already bleeding into the nice ones. he's surprisingly exhausted considering he's only done up a few stitches. a part of Peter wonders if after Matt passes out he can clean him up more without him waking up. the other part isn't sure he would stay awake if he got into the bed Matt seemed determined to coax him into.
is it just him, or is sharing a bed without the motivations of fucking each other's brains out a little more intimate? Matt doesn't seem to think so, so maybe it isn't. if he'd had any intention of refusing, the fact Matt is reaching for him despite the fact he should be out like a light is enough. if he doesn't he is fairly sure Matt will stay awake until he does. he still has his shoes on and he'll feel guilty about it in the morning, but what is worse, dirty converse on Matt's extremely nice bedding, or enough blood to make a generous donation? ) I'm here. ( Matt's hand is still outstretched so Peter takes it in his. just about the only part of Matt he can touch without hurting him. )
If you don't sleep now, I'm going to knock you out. Don't think I won't. ( he's half joking, half serious. for real, Matthew, SLEEP. )
[Sleeping in the same bed is pretty intimate, but Matt can't do those calculations right now. All he knows is that he wants to be comforted. And the only things that comfort him anymore are punching people to a pulp or Peter's touch. Two very different things. Oh, and luxury single malt whiskey, but that would thin up his blood too much and make Peter freak out more. Peter takes his hand and Matt closes his eyes.]
I'm sleeping. I'm sleeping. Stay here.
[Matt doesn't hear anything else Peter says, because he falls asleep. He's linked his fingers with Peter's and he doesn't seem to be letting go anytime soon-- though in about ten minutes, Peter could pry his fingers away.]
( yeah, that's a negative on the schmancy whiskey front. Matt will have to make do with some hand holding. Matt isn't the only one that needs comfort, turns out, but Peter knows there's only so much he can get. so he cradles Matt's hand like it's made of glass instead of a weapon that Matt can and does turn against people. he uses it as a pillow to get a direct line to the beat of his heart and uses that as his comfort instead.
it's not fast, it's not slow, it's not scattered or uneven. it's not normal and okay maybe it's weird that Peter knows what Matt's "normal" heartbeat is like. it's not the first time he's paid attention to it, is all. considering Matt uses his senses on Peter all the time, it seems fair enough that Peter can creep on his heartbeat on occasion. it is hard not to fall asleep listening to the reassuring thunder of it under his ear, especially because it has most certainly been a quiet comfort that helps him fall asleep before.
but turns out bone-tired weariness is not enough to put his mind to sleep, when the anxiousness chases to the front of his thoughts. even with the heartbeat, Peter finds himself worrying about whether the injuries will heal. if there's a concussion he doesn't know about that might keep Matt from ever walking up. if there could still be enough open wounds that he'll bleed out, slowly and surely, and Peter will wake up to find him cold and long since gone, and he just slept through it.
turns out that kind of anxiety is enough to keep anyone awake, and Peter instead wakes up to finish what he started. truth be told, it does make him feel a little better to catalogue the injuries and make sure that they're dealt with. by the time he's done (more cuts than he could count, about a dozen bruises, a shiner on his face, the list goes on) Peter is at least fairly confident Matt won't die in his sleep. even if he's certainly asleep — nothing but a few mumbles, even though it can't be comfortable to be splashed with more antiseptic and antibacterial than a hospital floor.
it's only after that Peter lets himself crawl back into the spot he's abandoned, and even then he doesn't fall asleep immediately. he holds onto Matt's hand, watches his restless sleep and lets the worries eat him alive for a little while, before not even they can keep him awake. )
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Date: 2019-07-17 11:07 am (UTC)[He believes he doesn't deserve Peter. Someone who will keep their temper under control and stitch him up. Someone like Peter-- kind of timid in his presence, that will forget what he did wrong almost immediately and not give him any crap for it. Someone who will let him kiss them even when he's actively bleeding from not calling for help. Pretty much everything from the time Peter busted inside.
Matt wonders for a second if he's using Peter.]
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Date: 2019-07-17 03:50 pm (UTC)despite the fact he'd had his entire lanky frame compacted into a ball, Peter manages to stand easily, without so much as a foot buzzing from not moving for too long. spider mutations, they're not bad all of the time. )
You should just stay where you are. ( maybe Peter should bully him into staying on the couch, but in his experience his bed is more of a comfort, even if it can be more of a struggle to get to on occasion. it takes a careful perusal of what damage remains to even decide how to safely help Matt up, but Peter ends up on the side without stitches, pulling Matt's arm over his shoulder. at least moving, doing something, helps him to leave the emotions behind. he'll just obsess over them later, that's how he works. ) C'mon. Don't over do it, I don't think you have any more blood to lose.
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Date: 2019-07-17 04:38 pm (UTC)[They move slowly and Matt has mild hallucinations of them slow dancing and before he knows it-- he's on his side in bed, stitches up.] Oh shit, did I get anything on you? [His voice is a little distant, but his senses are still sharp and he follows Peter around the small room without looking.]
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Date: 2019-07-17 06:03 pm (UTC)he’s certainly more likely to after tonight.
Matt is compact muscle; certainly heavier than he looks. still not a problem for someone with spider strength, though Peter does note by the time they cross the threshold of the bedroom Matt isn’t really walking anymore. ) ... that is a horrible reason to move, ( Peter feels obligated to point out, but it doesn’t seem like Matt isn’t listening. Peter doesn’t have time to realize he lost him for a second there, because once he gets to the bed for some reason Matt is worried about blood transfer. spoiler alert, the answer is yes. Peter’s hoodie is probably a goner. Peter isn’t much of a liar, per de, usually he just avoids the truth if it isn’t worth saying. still, he’s not above a white lie every now and again. )
No. ( there is a snap of latex as Peter takes off the gloves. if Matt is paying enough attention, he will know that’s a lie. Peter is hoping he’s too out of it at this point. he tries to fish through Matt’s things to find the old sheets, but only spots fancy lawyer suits and more tie variety than a blind guy really needs. ) Matt, shut up and sleep. ( very loving, truly, but despite what Matt seems to think Peter is not actually perfect. the sheets are pointless at this point, Peter is only stalling. stalling what? truth be told, not even Peter is sure. his instincts to be evasive are so strong he doesn’t even need a reason. )
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Date: 2019-07-17 07:03 pm (UTC)I'll sleep when you get over here. Please. You know I don't ask for help. Obviously or... I mean... [Matt shrugs loosely, as not to move his stitches too much. He's needy, feeling sorry for himself and just wanting the warm body of Peter Parker next to him. They could make out some other time, Matt just wanted to feel the other man sinking into the mattress beside him. He reached out with a loose hand.] Peter.
phone tags... i have regrets
Date: 2019-07-18 12:18 am (UTC)honestly, Peter doesn't know why he's searching for sheets when Matt is already bleeding into the nice ones. he's surprisingly exhausted considering he's only done up a few stitches. a part of Peter wonders if after Matt passes out he can clean him up more without him waking up. the other part isn't sure he would stay awake if he got into the bed Matt seemed determined to coax him into.
is it just him, or is sharing a bed without the motivations of fucking each other's brains out a little more intimate? Matt doesn't seem to think so, so maybe it isn't. if he'd had any intention of refusing, the fact Matt is reaching for him despite the fact he should be out like a light is enough. if he doesn't he is fairly sure Matt will stay awake until he does. he still has his shoes on and he'll feel guilty about it in the morning, but what is worse, dirty converse on Matt's extremely nice bedding, or enough blood to make a generous donation? ) I'm here. ( Matt's hand is still outstretched so Peter takes it in his. just about the only part of Matt he can touch without hurting him. )
If you don't sleep now, I'm going to knock you out. Don't think I won't. ( he's half joking, half serious. for real, Matthew, SLEEP. )
IT'S FIIIIINE :D
Date: 2019-07-18 03:01 am (UTC)I'm sleeping. I'm sleeping. Stay here.
[Matt doesn't hear anything else Peter says, because he falls asleep. He's linked his fingers with Peter's and he doesn't seem to be letting go anytime soon-- though in about ten minutes, Peter could pry his fingers away.]
puts a bow on this one 🎀
Date: 2019-07-18 03:49 am (UTC)it's not fast, it's not slow, it's not scattered or uneven. it's not normal and okay maybe it's weird that Peter knows what Matt's "normal" heartbeat is like. it's not the first time he's paid attention to it, is all. considering Matt uses his senses on Peter all the time, it seems fair enough that Peter can creep on his heartbeat on occasion. it is hard not to fall asleep listening to the reassuring thunder of it under his ear, especially because it has most certainly been a quiet comfort that helps him fall asleep before.
but turns out bone-tired weariness is not enough to put his mind to sleep, when the anxiousness chases to the front of his thoughts. even with the heartbeat, Peter finds himself worrying about whether the injuries will heal. if there's a concussion he doesn't know about that might keep Matt from ever walking up. if there could still be enough open wounds that he'll bleed out, slowly and surely, and Peter will wake up to find him cold and long since gone, and he just slept through it.
turns out that kind of anxiety is enough to keep anyone awake, and Peter instead wakes up to finish what he started. truth be told, it does make him feel a little better to catalogue the injuries and make sure that they're dealt with. by the time he's done (more cuts than he could count, about a dozen bruises, a shiner on his face, the list goes on) Peter is at least fairly confident Matt won't die in his sleep. even if he's certainly asleep — nothing but a few mumbles, even though it can't be comfortable to be splashed with more antiseptic and antibacterial than a hospital floor.
it's only after that Peter lets himself crawl back into the spot he's abandoned, and even then he doesn't fall asleep immediately. he holds onto Matt's hand, watches his restless sleep and lets the worries eat him alive for a little while, before not even they can keep him awake. )