None of this is supposed to be a thing at all, Isaac.
[peter's pulse is a rabbit-throb behind his breastbone, and he's far too aware of how close isaac is standing, the warm white puff of his breath and the twitching muscle on one side of his jaw, the rough of the tree against his back. his head is bare now and the cold is already burning his ears, but peter can't seem to move except to lift his head, to look up at isaac staring down at him. for the first time in awhile, he realizes that he has no damn idea what isaac is going to do, that if isaac decides to hurt him nobody's going to see him out here in the dusk. he should be more afraid of that than he is, but what he's actually afraid of is the other boy turning on his heel and stalking away. peter swallows, clenches and relaxes his jaw, and meets isaac's eyes.]
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[peter's pulse is a rabbit-throb behind his breastbone, and he's far too aware of how close isaac is standing, the warm white puff of his breath and the twitching muscle on one side of his jaw, the rough of the tree against his back. his head is bare now and the cold is already burning his ears, but peter can't seem to move except to lift his head, to look up at isaac staring down at him. for the first time in awhile, he realizes that he has no damn idea what isaac is going to do, that if isaac decides to hurt him nobody's going to see him out here in the dusk. he should be more afraid of that than he is, but what he's actually afraid of is the other boy turning on his heel and stalking away. peter swallows, clenches and relaxes his jaw, and meets isaac's eyes.]
But here we are.