[ Someone back home going through something similar? It's not the first time Peter's encountered people who know about similar things, but it still means something huge to him, who feels so... alone through it. He has friends, support, but it's.... it's so much. And there's so much about it that he wants to ask her, but for the moment, he's... just sitting there stunned when she tells him that he bit her.
He bit her.
It's absolutely horrible, some kind of animalistic thing... wild and unhinged. He knows how it gets sometimes, scraping his nails like claws at his own face, frenzied. It's bitten him before, his hands, his arms.
But someone else.... ]
I'm sorry. [ Peter's voice is barely a whisper, shaking; he suddenly feels like a ghost of himself, something weak and barely there. ]
I'm sorry. I should... I should go. I c-can leave you alone.
[ That's Peter's usual defensive mechanism kicking in; he wants to run away, but it isn't only to protect himself, anymore. He... shouldn't even be talking to her, after this. He should leave her alone, get far away from her. ]
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He bit her.
It's absolutely horrible, some kind of animalistic thing... wild and unhinged. He knows how it gets sometimes, scraping his nails like claws at his own face, frenzied. It's bitten him before, his hands, his arms.
But someone else.... ]
I'm sorry. [ Peter's voice is barely a whisper, shaking; he suddenly feels like a ghost of himself, something weak and barely there. ]
I'm sorry. I should... I should go. I c-can leave you alone.
[ That's Peter's usual defensive mechanism kicking in; he wants to run away, but it isn't only to protect himself, anymore. He... shouldn't even be talking to her, after this. He should leave her alone, get far away from her. ]