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Hey, it's Peter. You know what to do.

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[waywardscion]

(Noct pulls Peter in and warps upward to the windowsill. They come in crouched on the sill and face to face with a relatively calm room that appears untouched by the chaos.)

Okay, good.. Come on- (He moves into the room and rushes toward the door.) -we should hurry!

[spongetastrophe]

Shit.

[He quickly follows. He tries to be careful so he doesn't break anything. But the floor is very unstable. One false step and the floor gives out from under him. He crashes through and winds up a floor below.

Oops]

[waywardscion]

(The collapse outweighed any other sensation Noctis had noticed. He had made it through the flooring but it seems Peter had not been so lucky. He navigates carefully on the remaining floor, his body flush against the wall and he waits for the dust to settle before he calls out to Peter.)

Hey??

(He offers a few coughs and waves his hand before his face trying to wave away the cloud of debris that comes up from the collapse.) Peter!?

(He calls out louder.) Peter!?

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter being Peter, naturally when he fell he had the awkward misfortune of landing with a piece of flooring impaling his leg]

Fuck. I'm over here. Just give me a minute.

[Yeah, don't mind him as he pulls his leg up. You're not supposed to do that but he clearly doesn't care about that or how much it hurts as he does it]

Okay. I'm good.

[No you're not Peter you have a hole in your leg]

[waywardscion]

(It takes a good minute before he can see Peter and ... he's a bit stunned as he watches Peter pull his leg off from where its impaled.) What the fuck!?

This is exactly why I didn't want you in here doing this shit! (There wasn't really any need for an excuse to argue with Peter, the two had been cordially at ends with one another for one reason or another. Noct's worry betrays the stern tone in his voice.) Dammit.

Just. Stay there! Stop moving!

(He looks for a safe spot to warp down and once he's on Peter's level he rushes over to the guy's side with a heavy frown.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He's ready to argue but he hesitates. Instead, he stares levelly at Noct. The guy is really worried about him, and when Peter looks down he sees he isn't healing nearly fast enough. Seems Hell wants him to sit this out, too]

Okay, fine. Help me out, then. And you better not get yourself hurt, either.

[waywardscion]

(He's two steps away from pulling out his own hair, but he manages to remain calm enough to put his hands gently on the other to help him stand. At least.)

If I get hurt, it'll be your fault.. What did you say? Oh, no.. I can't get hurt, I'm fucking Peter the healer.. (He forgot the word "nurse" again as he mocked Peter's earlier promise. Despite his tone his hands were firm and gentle as he helped the other.)

[spongetastrophe]

Shut up. Get me out of here.

[He could do it himself, but making Noct take him will guarantee that the other is out of danger for at least a few seconds]

[waywardscion]

(It took a significant amount of restraint not to bite back with a, "shut up" of his own toward Peter. Noct holds his arms around Peter as he looks around for an out. He could warp them back up to the level they came from, but he wasn't sure if Peter could stomach a warp with an injury like that.

He finds a large enough hole that leads from their current room to a bedroom and he moves toward the room. There's light that spills in the room, making it a bright contrast to the damaged room they're in and gives Noct a sense of security.)

We can take a look at you in there.. come on.

(He goes through the tear in the wall first and helps Peter on after him.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He lets Noctis take them wherever they have to go. His leg hurts like hell and he's already bled through his pant leg quite a bit. He nods over to the bed once they're in the room]

Could you get me over there? I need to get off these pants so I can clean the wound.

[Yeah just casually mentioning he's going to take his pants off nbd]

[waywardscion]

(Noct gets Peter over to the bed and helps him lay back. He moves from the room, navigating through the rubble and doesn't return until he's got some water and linen in hand. The water is from the kitchen, in a pitcher, and the linen looks like some bed sheets.)

Alright, alright..

(He helps Peter with his pants and if/when Peter moves to do something Noctis' hand will shove Peter back down on his back.) Let me do it.

(He's careful on tugging the pants around Peter's wound and once he's got them off completely he takes a moment to inspect the damage, without touching him.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He lets Noctis take charge, only sitting back and watching and helping get the pants off. He can now see the damage, which is of course worse since Peter pulled his leg off the thing that impaled him]

Since you won't let me do it, you'll have to wash the wound and dress it.

[He purposefully opens his empathy so he can get an idea of Noct's emotions. It's cheating but whatever]

[waywardscion]

I know what to do! (Noctis spits back. The last thing he needs is to cause Peter any more damage. He's gotta be there for Prompto, and for whatever stupid reason this guy wanted to come back in this mess to help others. Noctis could have done it just fine! He worries over Peter's leg, he worries over getting them both out as soon as they can. He worries there there's going to be another explosion and both of them are going to get hurt.

But fuck, if Peter was lost in all of this, on Noct's time - how would he ever explain that to Prompto?

He manages to tear the bed sheet into strips and he pours some water over Peter's leg before he begins to wipe at it. Then he thought to himself: this was hell, even if Peter does die he'll come back again. Beneath those thoughts, however, were uncomfortable spikes of attraction. Peter had a lot of positive qualities about him which Noct found attractive. Even his damn stubbornness, though when it was anchored onto Noct the prince didn't much care for it. Still, outside of those situations he liked how Peter felt like Ignis at times. Caring, nosey, bossy, and directive.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He lets out an amused huff, closing his eyes to let Noctis do his thing. Anyway, the prince's emotions are a little overwhelming. There's a lot of worry going on in the young man's heart. Peter's eyes open when he feels that spike of attraction.

He stares at Noct. Yeah, he felt lust when they were making out, but this is a different situation. Peter can't deny he's a little attracted to Noct, too.

Once Noct is done with the bandage, Peter runs his fingers over them]

That feels good. I don't know how long it'll take to heal, so I guess I have to sit the rest of this rescue mission out.

[Normally he wouldn't, but he doesn't want Noct to worry more. This is one time he doesn't want to start a fight with the other]

[waywardscion]

(Noctis felt his actions gave him the reward of feeling useful. He had many endless days and nights here where he couldn't and didn't do anything for anyone. Even more events where he did just for himself. So, taking care of Peter and being the one to protect him, care for him, and dress his wounds made him feel like he had a purpose again.

Just like he felt outside of the hotel looking in at all the chaos. If he could do something good here, if he could save people and demons from the explosions then it would bring meaning to his existence here in Hell. Friendships were always something he craved and depended on so he endeavored here to make friends and he had met some really great people here. Some have gone and some are still around. He couldn't dwell on those that left, he knew that then but he's able to be in a better head space about it now. What mattered were those people who remained, and more so those now who needed help.

Noct takes a step back to watch Peter inspect the bandages with his hands. He's feeling less panicked about Peter's injury now that it's all wrapped up. The comment gets Noct to snort and he brings his eyes up at Peter and shakes his head.) You and I still need to get out of here. You can't sit out just yet.

[spongetastrophe]

Fine.

[He reaches for Noct, pulling him in close. He needs the close contact to teleport them away. Peter closes his eyes to bend the space between where they are and a safe distance away.

But after nothing happens for a solid minute, he gives up the effort]

Could you do that warp thing and get us out? I can't move us.

[Apparently Hell wants to force him into relying on Noctis He tries not to be annoyed]

[waywardscion]

(He wasn't sure what Peter was doing as he was pulled close. Though, after a moment - when nothing happened - Peter releases him and leaves him a bit weirded out. He rolls his eyes with a huff over his lips before he pulls Peter in to lean on him. He manages to get them to a window. After careful navigation, Peter and Noct both are on the windowsill and he thwarts them both forward into a warp toward the ground. Though, it doesn't end there, he continues to warp them forward, further and further away from the hotel.

They're a good fifty to eighty feet away from the hotel before Noctis stops and settles both himself and Peter against the wall of a quiet building. He's exhausted and his grip on Peter loosens as he catches his breath.)

I don't know where... to go.. that's safe.

[spongetastrophe]

Sometimes you just have to go with the one that's good enough.

[He's lived in a shitty place long enough to figure that out. And where they are now feels "good enough" for him. Nothing is on fire or threatening to collapse, so it'll do while he heals.

But there's still the question of what Noctis is going to do]

Hey. Could you... stay here until I'm healed? I may need someone to keep me from getting into trouble.

[He says it jokingly even if there's a layer of truth in the words]

[waywardscion]

... Right.

(He hesitated, what he wanted to say was he'll call Prompto over but he didn't. Instead he found himself responding to the request out of a selfish expectation that Peter actually really did "need" him and asked for "him" over asking for Prompto. That thought made his belly warm and his head light. An unfair arousal raises the hair on the back of his neck and warms the blood beneath his flesh. He takes in a long breath and holds it before he nods.

He moves to Peter and helps the other off of the wall and toward the door that leads inside the building. The inside was dimly lit and it looked like a small lobby to a business office. There was a reception desk, unmanned, and a few waiting areas with couches and chairs. There were a few doors inside as well that likely led down the hallway to offices, and a stairway next to a pair of elevators. Noct opted to get Peter to the couch.)

I can track down some water, maybe something to eat .. you lost a lot of blood, could help..?

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter takes in a sharp breath. He feels that arousal. He really should detach from Noct's emotions before he acts on them like he did during that make-out session. Peter wets his lips thinking about it but quickly focuses on the present before he goes too far down that road.

He settles on the couch when Noct guides him there. Everything is pretty wrecked but it's at least somewhat safe here. Like he said, it's good enough]

Yeah, that's fine. Sugar is good if you can find it, but I'll take anything. Thanks.

[Plus he won't feel what Noctis is feeling if they get some distance, and that's probably a good thing right now]

[waywardscion]

(He left Peter quickly to find something the other could chew on as well as some water. Getting the guy some pants was sort of an afterthought but that wasn't the most important thing right now. He helped himself through a locked door by busting it down and went through the hall to find what he suspected early as more offices. He came back to Peter a few minutes later with a bottled water, a box of chocolate, and an afghan throw. It was better than nothing he figured.)

Here. (He offered the items to Peter before he sat down next to the other. His thoughts circled back to the shared kiss, Prompto, then to the bombings outside.)

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter can’t keep his thoughts away from Noctis. Mostly worrying about the other, but still. He smiles in relief when Noct comes back. He eats one of the chocolates right away.

Noctis’s thoughts are not helpful. Peter just ends up thinking of the kiss, too. He needs the focus away from that]

You shouldn’t worry about me so much. I’ll be fine in a little while, and then I can help you some more.

[waywardscion]

What? No, I'm not letting you get back in there.. and what's a little while? You have a hole through your leg!

(He gestured to Peter's leg, his eyes remain on Peter's own. He had a look of disbelief to his expression before he shakes his head and waves his hand. He settles both hands on his thighs and moves to lean himself back against the couch. It felt cozy. The fire burning through the hotel brought the ambiance of campfire but it was much more ominous than that and Noctis was only reminded of the horror that was happening outside.

He was injured too, but nothing like Peter. He had a few scrapes and bruises and he honestly couldn't feel them at the moment. It only just hit him just how exhausted he was once he got comfortable against the couch.)

[spongetastrophe]

You're not letting me? Noctis, if I wanted to, I could easily overpower you. In fact, I remember doing just that before.

[Why is he picking a fight with Noctis? Mostly to distract them both from what's going on, but also to distract him from how close Noctis is and the fact that Peter isn't wearing pants and the direction his mind takes this information]

[waywardscion]

(Noct can only sigh at Peter's words. He, of course, can't quite recall a time that Peter "overpowered" him, but there's some defensiveness that rises up in his chest and makes him feel uncomfortable enough to deny it:)

Shut up, nothing happened I didn't want to happen. (He straightens his head and looks over to the other. His eyes lower to the other's mouth. He recalls the way Peter held him and those lips so eager against his own.)