darker_london | Aftermath (Razvan, Peter, Aly, Svetlana, Thomas, Tasha, OPEN) (Reply)

When Razvan stuck his head into Peter's room, he found the man sitting in his hospital bed looking mutinous. Razvan took one step into the room and he cocked his head to the side. "Hi there, Chief. Problems?"

Peter glanced over at Razvan, and his expression faded somewhat. "Razvan. It would appear I owe you a great deal of gratitude."

Razvan scoffed, immediately uncomfortable with Peter giving him any sort of gratitude, especially 'a great deal' of it. "What would a guy have to do to grind those big words right out of you, hmm? I hear cutting your head off doesn't work. And I tried stabbing you on more than one occasion, and now I'm wishing I hadn't brought attention to that..."

Peter raised his eyebrows and then the corners of his lips lifted a little, which was as close as he could get to laughing right now. "You babbled. It was cute." Peter was beyond being bothered by Razvan and his stab-happy past.

"Oh, bollocks to you," Razvan hissed, and he was surprised when Peter looked slightly pleased. "Okay..." Razvan held up a hand. "I'm sorry, Chief, you'll have to explain what's happening right now. I'm not used to your Care Bear like ways. Are we...enjoying each other?"

Peter snorted. "I think that boat's done been sailed, Razvan. And I think you know that too. But that wasn't why I...it's just nice. To not be treated like I'm a, an abomination sent to destroy the world or two, going to fall apart any second."

"You just said a and two."

"Yes. See! You pointing that our proves you aren't worried about me falling apart. Thank you."

"Whatever," Razvan waved his hand around. "It's good to see you and now that that's over with, can I get you anything?"

Peter shook his head. "No. Svetlana is coming soon with Rasputina. It's her birthday. Aly's getting me something to eat, and I was already given three breakfasts by a very worked up Thomas, who insists I look like I'm going the way of the...well...Thomas."

"Oooh, off-colour humour at the expense of your friends. Nice. I'll leave you alone then, I just wanted to say hello."

"Razvan. Thank you."

"We talked about this!" Razvan hissed. "No! No thanking! Caoilfhionn made me wear a tea bonnet!"

Peter actually chuckled then, though in the end it turned into a cough and a miserable look. Still, he said, "brilliant."

Razvan didn't leave, instead taking several steps into the room. "Hey...Peter? What happened?" He had been there when Peter was taken and it had all happened so fast Razvan hadn't had a second to feel fear before waking up to find Peter and Gavin gone. "Did they hurt you?" Thomas was right in saying Peter looked terribly thin, but it wasn't that that was worrying Razvan. Peter seemed...off. As much as he was trying to cover it up, or possibly it was that he wasn't aware of it himself. He seemed wrong. It was to be expected, but Razvan wasn't used to this kind of thing. He used to be the one who kept people in basements, not the one who saw them deal with the aftermath of torture.

Peter chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment and then he looked up at Razvan. "I...I don't want to talk about it."

"Peter, you're mister Talky-Sharey-Feelings-Huggy-Mc-Care Bear. Come on. You can tell me-"

"Why, because you want tips for your next hostage?" Peter shouted at him, completely out of nowhere.

Razvan blinked and he felt something in the pit of his stomach. It took him several seconds before he realised with surprise, that it was hurt. Peter had hurt him. Razvan cared enough about Peter's opinion, that this hurt him. "I...I w- I'm sorry..." Razvan started to head towards the door when Peter hung his head.

"No, I'm sorry. I...see, I told you I didn't want to be treated like I would break."

"I don't remember asking you about a breakage plan, Peter," Razvan sighed. He had used Peter's real name. That was strange. All of this was strange. "I was just-"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Whatever," Razvan repeated again. "It's good to have you back. I'll just..." And with that, Razvan left Peter alone. He didn't go far, however. For some reason, he hung around the door just in case he was needed.