Peter
His eagerness, and the momentum from it, were his downfall. For a moment, Peter thought he’d had victory, and then his arm was twisted behind his back, his shoulder creaking in protest. He could pull, but it wasn’t really worth the risk of actually doing some damage to himself.
So he stayed still, standing with his back to Loren and his arm twisted uncomfortably behind him. Peter took a moment to take a breath, school his face into neutrality instead of whatever it was twisted in, and turned, moving with Loren’s hand until they were face to face. He thought maybe he should say something, but he didn’t trust himself enough to keep his bitterness between his teeth, and so he nodded, hoping it conveyed... something appropriate.
So he stayed still, standing with his back to Loren and his arm twisted uncomfortably behind him. Peter took a moment to take a breath, school his face into neutrality instead of whatever it was twisted in, and turned, moving with Loren’s hand until they were face to face. He thought maybe he should say something, but he didn’t trust himself enough to keep his bitterness between his teeth, and so he nodded, hoping it conveyed... something appropriate.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
