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 Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 8:55 am
For a long, long while that night after being treated and patched up in the Destiny City Hospital Benji struggled to fall asleep. His mother had been called in and decided to work that night after giving him a proper tongue lashing and it weighed heavy in his mind as he listened to his room mate snore loudly in the bed beside his own.
"You foolish little brat! You could have gotten yourself killed! You know, I don't even know WHY I even try to give you the benefit of the doubt!" She rambled on, stitching the wound in his shoulder up as best she could earlier. The shards of crystals were removed gradually and with a touch that said she had done this far many times before. "You listen to nothing I say, you sneak out, and you're always alone! And look at you now, you go and drag someone else into this too! As if someone like him really needs you going around and getting them into trouble!."
Benji winced at that memory, feeling incredibly guilty the way his mother put it. She didn't know the truth, and didn't know it wasn't his fault this time, that he had tried to leave before they got as hurt as they did, but people, they just got in the way. They ALWAYS got in the way and that's just why he did his best to stay alone...
"I love you, Benji, but Lord knows you're a stupid child. For all that brains you have in your head, you apparently lack the common sense to do what keeps you safe. Think of me. Your grandmother, your father and sister and brother. We're always just worried sick, but you're foolish and don't ask for help at all! Just... For once in your life, stay put and rest!" That was the last thing she said before she vanished from the room, earning stares from the other person in the room before Benji's own pissed off glare managed to silence them and made them turn away.
She was right, she truly was right when it came down to it. Benji did have trouble listening and even more troubles when it came to figuring out what to do with people. And when he DID try to reach out to people... Well, he didn't have the best track record of keeping in contact or being on people's radars for long. But he really, truly didn't wish that to be the case anymore. This nagging and pained feeling of loneliness seemed to actually fade away during their fight, even if they ended up battered and torn in the end, and Benji didn't want that to leave him.
So when darkness finally filled the room, and everything fell silent, he left his room in search of Peter. It wasn't as if Benji could really sleep anyway, not when there was this nagging fear in his head that if he fell asleep here, he would be unable to wake up again.
It seemed like they weren't the same at all when it came to hospital treatment. The other seemed so far away in the private rooms on the other side of the hospital, and the IV in his arm seemed to make the journey so much longer than it needed to be. By the time he made it there, dodging the nurses on their rounds and keeping an eye out for his mother, he felt far more exhausted than he was when his feet first touched the ground.
Without knocking, he entered the dimly lit room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Suddenly, he felt nervous and exposed standing there in pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt his mother had brought him, and felt much smaller than he actually was. Not that he was very big to begin with.
"Hi Peter... You doing okay...?" he asked softly, slowly approaching the bed and coming to stand off to it's side. From what he remembered, Peter was a bit of a show off and probably hated being seen like this, but... Eh, they were both in pretty horrid condition so what was the shame in that?
"Mom said you went into surgery... Was it that bad?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:49 pm
Peter was miserable. He’d begged the doctors to not call his parents yet, once he woke up from surgery, but he was sure they had been contacted and were on their way home from visiting family in Boston. Worse of all, this was definitely not the first time he’d been in the hospital for getting into dangerous situations. They already had his information on file, so it was easy to dump him into one of the private rooms on a hall he’d been on before.
When the door opened, he expected it to be a nurse checking on him, and tugged at the blankets some, but when he looked up, it definitely wasn’t a nurse. The room was mostly dark, except for the light of the television, the channel on some weird infomercial about magical mops, but it was enough light for him to see that it was Benji.
“Hey,” he said after several moments of opening and closing his mouth in surprise, not really sure what to do now that he had a visitor. “Shouldn’t you be recovering too?” he pointed out, giving the other teen a skeptical, pointed look. Benji had been hurt too, and had been cut pretty bad by the crystals that exploded.
And now he was in his room, where Peter was in little more than a teeshirt and sweatpants that were bought and brought up from the store in the lobby. Thankfully, the dim light of the room didn’t make it as obvious that his normally tanned complexion was looking a lot paler than usual.
“I’m fine. Just some internal bleeding that was patched up, but I’m fine. Magical healing will make things better in no time,” he promised, pushing himself up a little and wincing at the movement. Okay, so he would need to rest, but…
“What are you doing here? You should sit down, you look like s**t.” They both did.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:23 am
"Yeah, probably, but I never was very smart." Benji managed a small smiled at the notion he should be recovering. All in all, he didn't have any injuries that were incredibly life threatening. The worse had been the giant shard of crystal in his left shoulder, but even that came out easy and he was patched up all over from the other places where he had been shredded. Probably the most obnoxious was the stitches in his cheek, right under where his eyepatch rested, and a bit bandaged was slapped over top of it to keep him from picking at it. It really wasn't the best idea during the fight to pull all of the crystals out, and now he was pretty much guaranteed to be covered in scars from it all. He supposed his good luck in coming out of fights relatively pain free -ignoring the eye bit- had finally ran out.
"Just some internal bleeding? Can't that s**t kill you?" He muttered outloud, soft but still loud enough to be heard over the low buzz of the machines in the room. Peter was right, though, magical healing did make everything alot easier to deal with in the end. Probably by this time next week they'd both be out and about doing stupid things again. It just came with the Senshi territory, he supposed.
"I don't know about you, but I look amazing, even looking like a mummy as I do." Even now he couldn't help but throw a joke in, betraying the nervous and uncertain look he still wore. It took a moment for Benji to find a chair he could drag over to Peter's bedside in the dim light, and when he did sit in it with a soft groan, he frowned, finding himself still lower than the bed. There was a reason the hospital beds were so tall, but that didn't mean he liked it. Wasn't he short enough?
For a while, he sat there in quiet, unsure of what to say to the boy who laid in the bed nearby. What was there even to say about all of this? Normally after a fight, Benji would recover alone, hiding out in his room and tending to his own wounds like his mother had shown him to do before in case of emergencies. This time was different; he hadn't come to the hospital for himself, but for Peter, to make sure he was alright, and he struggled to come to terms with why exactly he had done that.. And even worse, why didn't it keep him from getting worse?
After another moment, Benji looked back up to Peter, not even realizing he had been staring hard at the floor since he had sat down.
"I tried, you know? I tried really hard to get you out before it got worse... I wanted to get you out, to make sure you were safe before I found myself like this, all ******** up and barely able to stand, but nothing worked out right. People kept coming to you to help, people much stronger than I am, and ********, what could I even do? We're still ******** up in the hospital like this..." His voice was surprisingly weak and soft, given just who Benji was. He sounded almost broken, in a way, as if he was ready to just give up.
"I wanted so bad to try to keep you safe... To keep Oort safe, and to even keep that ******** Tomln safe. But I couldn't do s**t in the end, could I? I'm sorry, Peter, I'll just... Stay out of the ******** way next time. Like you guys said, I'm a fighter, an attack dog, makes sense that I'd ******** up trying to protect people."
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 12:54 pm
”Bullshit. Aren’t you the green thumb scholarship kid who goes to HITS?” Peter muttered casually and a bit weakly at the other’s comment about not being smart, settling back down now that it seemed as though Benji just wasn’t going to turn around and leave. It might have been a while since he first crossed paths with Chara, back when they were a little more at odds with each other, before they’d actually fought together against the Negaverse, but he still had a pretty decent memory, or at least he thought he did.
Peter shrugged a little when the whole internal bleeding can kill you came up, figuring he was pretty lucky all things considered. “You were the one hit with those crystals,” he pointed out, lifting a hand to his own face to indicate where the bandage was on Benji’s, and then snorted softly in amusement at his I look amazing comment, only for it to quickly follow with a wince and pained whimper.
“D-don’t make me laugh. Ow,” he whined, shifting his hand to press against his side where the bandages were under the covers. He hated that he knew he looked all kinds of pathetic, but he supposed the company wasn’t horrible. Benji was even pulling the chair up next to the bed to sit as he’d suggested. Being in a hospital sucked, but it wasn’t quite as horrible when there were other people there.
The next thing he said though, after several long moments of just sitting quietly, had Peter staring at Benji in confusion and concern, and he tried shifting a bit onto his good side to see him better.
“Hey, no one said you didn’t try. I was a sitting duck without you dragging my sorry a** off like you did,” he tried to reassure him, surprised by how Benji’s voice sounded because it didn’t really sound like him at all. He stared at him, wondering where all of this came from, but figured it was probably something that had been eating away at Benji for a long time.
“You’re the tank, okay?” he mumbled quietly, too worn out to make much of an argument, but hoping Benji would at least understand. “Oort and I are just support. We can’t fight alone, but neither can you.” He paused, wishing there was something better he could say to explain himself, but he was feeling woozy from the medication, and still in pain. “If you hadn’t done what you did, I would have been hit by those crystals too. Can’t say I’d be in any better shape for it. So… Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. But thank you, Benji.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 1:46 pm
"Book smarts ain't the same as commonsense, Peter. "A look of worry overcame Chara the moment Peter winced, and he was about to get up to get the nurse when it looked like Peter settled down, so he remained where he was. Figures, even here he only seemed able to get people hurt.
"Even if I hadn't done that, someone better would have come along and got you to safety. My efforts might have even had you bleeding out and dead by now if that one knight hadn't healed you. Where would you be then? Dead and in the morgue rather than here. " He couldn't stop thinking about just how angry he had been when Hy-brasil had come over, same with Harmonia. And he had been scared at that time too, thinking that if he couldn't leave then Oberon would die. Yet in the end they were probably more help than he could have imagined.
"I think the proper term is DPS, rather than tank. Tank implies I can protect people and I can't do any s**t like that..." The small laugh that managed from him at that dumb thought was bitter and faded quickly. It was stupid, so ******** stupid, feeling so useless like he did now, but it wasn't a new thing. It plagued him for the longest time, and just happened to manifest now. And the thanks he received for doing nothing just caused him to look down again, falling quiet.
"You're welcome... But I can't shake off the feeling that I just made things worse. I mean, I know it's not true but I can't stop thinking about it. It's ******** stupid... so ******** dumb feeling like this... s**t, I'm sorry, you're worse off than me and I'm just sitting here complaining about my shitty-a** feelings..." Benji didn't want to think about his own self-accused ******** ups and how 'awful' he was with being any sort of team mate. Ultimately they had made it out alive.
"I ******** hate hospitals..." He muttered in an attempt to change the subject. "They put you in a room with a stranger that just stares at you all night. And they expect your a** to hang out in those bathrobes... At Least my mom is a nurse here so she can do whatever she wants to help but I just know I'm not going to sleep anytime soon... You look like you need some, though, so I should just bail out and let you heal up."
Honestly, he didn't want to leave the room to be alone again, but he had made their reunion awkward enough, so he felt even Peter wanted to be out of this situation.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 2:15 pm
It was… painful. Listening to Benji as he said such self-deprecating things, countering everything Peter had said or suggested or pointed out. He was sure it was exhausting, but it also wasn’t something that could be flipped on and off like a switch. He’d lived with his self-deprecating brother for a few years now, long enough to know that.
There were things Peter could have said to argue with Benji, things that they probably would have gone back and forth about until they were both blue in the face. Benji would insist that he was horrible and couldn’t do anything to help people or protect them, and Peter would insist that that wasn’t at all the case.
So Peter shifted and rolled his head back onto the pillow to stare up at the ceiling. He was feeling too weak and pained to fight him, especially when he knew how the other must be feeling. The battle had sucked. Too many people had gotten hurt. And he felt guilty for wanting to do something stupid like observe the youma rather than outright attack it. Had his hesitation caused even more injures? Were there those who didn’t actually make it? What happened to that senshi that was taken? Surely the others would have gotten her back.
“We sort of have the same name, you know. Or at least share the ‘Benj’ part,” Peter said quietly, knowing it was completely off topic, but feeling as though Benji might need a sudden shift in order to break whatever was holding his negative thoughts in place. “My middle name is Peter. My first name is Benjamin, same as my dad’s. Check my chart if you don’t believe me,” he said, and then made a face. “I don’t respond to anything but ‘Peter’ though, so don’t even try calling me something else.”
Maybe it was too random. Maybe Benji would think he was agreeing with everything he’d said because he didn’t argue with him. He might have if he had the energy.
“I hate hospitals too. I can never sleep. I don’t like the noises. Having someone else in the room might not be so bad, at least I don’t think so. I would at least not feel like I’m completely alone.” He knew his brother would have come if he asked him to, but he didn’t want to cause any more trouble than he had. Or maybe Michael would have left him there to suffer and think about what he did to get himself into that situation. Who knew.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 3:06 pm
Benji blinked once. Then again. Then once more before he broke out into a bit of a grin, much more reminiscent of his typical ones than any bitter smile he had going on moments before.
"Yah sure you didn't hit your head or something? I swear that was out of nowhere." Chuckling, he stood, going to the end of the bed to take a peek at it. "Well sure enough it is. Can't call you Benny or Petey, or anything, shame... But I guess Peter suits you, and Benji is my name anyway. It'd be weird if we had a whole conversation back and forth 'Hi Ben' 'Good afternoon Ben' 'Mighty fine day we're having Ben. ' 'Yes, Ben, the crops are coming in nicely.' Hehe..."
Feeling a bit relieved with the conversation shift, he returned to the chair he was sitting, pulling it just a bit closer to the bed. Safe to say, Benji didn't think any less of Peter for doing so, or for pretty much ignoring what he said. In fact, he was happy that he didn't keep talking about it. Words were hard and he was tired too.
"You think so? Maybe I can get mom to pull in a cot or something so I can stay with you, if you want. Though I don't think she's too happy with me right now. I swear she was doing more slapping and hurting stitching me up than the crystals did. Where's your parents anyway? I would have thought that Mr. Smarty Pants Petey would have a tiger mom or something."
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 3:34 pm
The grin and amusement had Peter relaxing a little more. He was getting concerned that Benji was just going to be in a horrible mood for the rest of the night, and dwelling on negative things like that definitely wouldn’t help with getting to sleep.
“Yeah, please don’t call me ‘Ben’. That name’s all yours,” he said with a casual lift of his hand, as if to wave the idea off, his own lips twitching into something of a smile. He still felt dizzy and exhausted, but at least he wasn’t alone. And Benji wasn’t that horrible. Sure, he tended to curse at everything and run into danger as Chara, but he was still just a kid. They were both still just kids.
The suggestion of a cot wasn’t a bad idea, but that also required people to be called and then they’d probably be fussed at for being awake and Benji might be carted back to the other room he was staying in.
“You’re kinda small and this bed is big enough for both of us, I think,” Peter suggested a bit hazily as he shifted a little as if trying to make room. The thought that this is probably weird didn’t even cross his mind until a little while later because he was exhausted and lonely and in pain and Benji was feeling the same way. As soon as that thought did catch up to him though, he made a face, somewhere between an awkward grimace and something more sympathetic.
“That’s weird though, isn’t it? I’ve shared a bed with my brothers before, but, I mean, if that’s weird then don’t worry about it,” he quickly tried to explain himself, although he probably wasn’t making much sense. “My parents are in Boston right now. I’ve got family up there. But I live with my older brother, anyway.”
There was a pause, and then he made another face before explaining, “I have my own room. I mean I shared a bed when I was little. Sort of. Like for family trips.” Oh boy, this was awkward.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 4:07 pm
"I won't, I won't, promise." With a smile he agreed to it, not that he had any real intention of calling him anything besides Peter anyway. Nothing else seemed to fit.
Just how out of it was Peter to offer him space in his own bed? Benji would have thought it wasn't 'manly' enough for him, or didn't want to be embarassed by being caught by a cute nurse or something cuddled up next to a boy. But it was too late, and the one eyed boy wasn't going to let him take it back. Even mid-sentece while Peter talked about how weird it was, he came closer, slipping off his slippers and pulling his IV closer, pressing it up against the bed. By the time his friend had finished talking, he was halfway on the bed, pulling the blankets down a little to slip in beside the rather loopy boy.
"It's fine. I appreciate the offer. You know, the last time I was here I couldn't wake up. Came out of surgery after they took my eye out but I guess something about it was enough to keep me out for three days." He was careful in his maneuvering, pressing up a little closer while keeping an eye on Peter, to make sure he didn't wince. "But I was awake, you know? Hearing people talk, people cry. It's scary as hell. I guess that's why sleeping sounds impossible for me to even think of. But with you here, maybe it will be better. So... Thanks."
After making sure everything was alright, he shifted too, turning slightly to his side, before reaching up and using a few fingers to turn Peter's face to his own. He had never really noticed it before but there was a scar there, right on the same side where he had lost his own eye. Heh... Maybe it was just bad luck for senshi. Everything on the left was just destined to be wrecked. Well, maybe he could leave something positive behind. Briefly, he brushed his thumb over the other's cheek, before leaning in and pressing a little kiss to Peter's lips.
This was how it was supposed to be, right? You thanked people with kisses.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 4:31 pm
Oh, okay, well, that made things, uh, easier. Or at least that was what Peter supposed. Was easier. Since Benji didn’t seem to think things were weird at all. And he wasn’t really weirded out by it. Not really. They were both guys, right?
It wasn’t as though he cared that Benji was a guy. Guys were friends too, right? And it wasn’t as though he wouldn’t have offered his bed to, like, Briar. It would have probably been even weirder if he’d offered to share a bed with Raleigh or Haven or Chailee because, well, they were girls. And Benji was a boy. So, everything was fine, right?
Peter shifted a little more, his back up against the rail of the bed to keep him or anyone else from rolling out, his arm twisted up to rest his head on, tucked under the pillow. It was more comfortable on his side, anyway. Since his other side, his was all stitched up and bandaged.
“Yeah, I just don’t like waking up alone,” he mumbled somewhat sheepishly, watching a bit warily as Benji made himself comfortable, and then turning his head to glance back up at the ceiling.
At least until Benji reached to turn his face to him.
Peter stared at him, trying to determine what could possibly be going through this other teen’s head. Sure, they’d survived a big battle and they were both stuck in the hospital, which they hated (who didn’t?), and Benji had been talking about all the things that he was doing wrong and felt like he messed up no matter what.
Benji’s fingers were brushing over his scar, and it wasn’t lost on him that it was on the same side as Benji’s lost eye and the bandage beneath from the shattered crystal. Peter had been lucky that the debris from the youma attack hadn’t messed up his own eye -
And then Benji leaned forward and kissed him.
Was he being punked??
“W-what was…” he sputtered weakly, his eyes wide and practically frozen in place because what the hell just happened?? “What was that for?” He was sure that even in the darkness it was obvious that his face had just turned bright red. Oh boy, now he was super dizzy.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 4:52 pm
Though his lips lingered against Peter's for just a moment, Benji pulled away just a little, a faint smile on his own lips as well as a rosy color tainting his own cheeks.
"That was a kiss." He said plainly, his smile growing as he watched how flustered Peter had become, even if his voice was barely above a whisper. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd even hear Peter's voice squeak a little the next time he talked again. When asked why... Well... He wasn't quite sure.
"It seemed right to do, like a thank you, you know? For being so nice to me even though I'm a shitty kid who doesn't always do right or know what to say. Hell, you even let me stay by you after all this s**t that went down. Plus, I don't know, I kinda like you? What, girls do it all the time, the kissing thing." Benji paused again, then grinned. Things were feeling a bit more normal now that he felt like he was in control of the situation. And his own mischievousness was coming back, or maybe that was the bit of painkillers that dripped down from his IV. "Besides, you always insisted Perdita wasn't your girlfriend, and if she wasn't, I'm going to assume you're still single anyway, so no feelings to hurt."
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 5:11 pm
Peter stared. He had no idea what to do. He was not cut out for this. He definitely hadn’t expected it. And that was saying something because he was a scientist and nothing surprised him. Except for other people, apparently. Because they tended to be unpredictable about a lot of things.
Like actually climing up in bed with another boy and kissing them. Not that Peter cared. It wasn’t as though he was grossed out by it, which was stupid and probably surprising because holy s**t this was his first kiss and it was with a boy.
Calm down, calm down, it wasn’t anything to trip the heart rate sensors for, Peter reminded himself before the stupid thing could start beeping and alert the nurse, although he was pretty sure his heart was very stupidly about to beat out of his chest because Benji just kissed him for no good reason other than -
Oh, he was just thanking him. Oh okay. That was perfectly reasonable.
No it was not reasonable because he was also a boy and boys didn’t just kiss other boys when -
Ah, no, that wasn’t at all true, and Peter was very aware of that, what with Caspian and Michael making out all the damn time, but people… boys... didn’t just kiss him. Actually no one kissed him. This was his first. This was his first kiss and -
Peter jumped a little as the monitor next to the bed beeped a few times because he was getting himself worked up over something stupid and all he could do was stare at Benji like he was absolutely -
No, not really crazy. He was just… more staring blankly at him because how was he supposed to respond to this? He was his friend, right? Benji was his friend. And friends kissed to say thank you.
Apparently.
“Oh,” he muttered stupidly, swallowing thickly as he tried to bring himself back to what the hell was going on. Was this a bad idea? Did he make a horrible mistake? Not that he didn’t like Benji. As a friend. But, he supposed, as Benji pointed out, girls did that all the time. The kissing thing.
And why was he grinning like that??
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 5:42 pm
Benji could only stare back as Peter clamored through is mind, trying to figure out just what the taller boy was thinking. Did he think Benji was gross for kissing him? Maybe he thinking about how quickly he was going to kick Benji out of the room. His smile fell a little for a moment as his own nerves began to kick in and he fidgeted a little under Peter's gaze.
But that didn't come, instead he only uttered a single phrase and it helped the smile come back full force. And he wasn't deaf to the increasing beeping of the heart monitor, and curious, Benji placed an open palm lightly on Peter's chest, wondering if he could, in fact, feel how hard his heart was beating.
"Well... It looks like the nurse is going to come in soon... I wonder if she'll kick me out." He murmured out loud before returning his gaze back Peter. "If that's the case then... I guess I should..." Before finishing his sentence he leaned forward again, a hand pushing Peter against his pillow slightly to keep him from moving out of worry of his stitches, and kissed him again, this time not so subtlety longer than a peck.
"That one was because I liked you. I won't do it again though. Not if you don't want me to." He couldn't stop grinning. He just couldn't stop grinning, because right now he didn't feel any of that pain he felt earlier, that self deprecating habit he seemed to find himself drowning in more often than not was gone, replaced by a his own heart thudding against his chest in excitement. Luckily for him, he wasn't hooked up to a beeping box that acted as a tell-tale heart and gave away just how exhilarated as he was.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 8:38 pm
What was going on? Was this his life now? Had the world suddenly ended? Not that it was that horrible if his mind allowed his thoughts to catch up with everything. It wasn’t like a kiss was a bad thing. He just… assumed a kiss on the cheek would have been more of a thank you than on his lips.
Benji’s hand was placed against his chest, as if trying to feel how quickly his heart was beating, even as the monitor freaked out a bit. Strangely, he was a little disappointed with the idea of Benji leaving, because even though he was a boy and had kissed him, he was also lonely and really didn’t want to be alone in that stupid hospital room.
Then Benji was pushing him against the pillow and kissing him again.
Benji liked him?? That was, well, that was definitely not expected because he thought that Benji thought he was annoying and miserable and… he really liked him? Like, liked liked, not just friends liked, right?
Peter gaped up at him, completely speechless, because what was he supposed to say to something like that. And then the whole not if you don’t want me to thing because Peter was supposed to say no.
He liked girls, and Benji was a boy and he was supposed to say absolutely do not kiss me again but somehow couldn’t immediately say that because Benji looked so damn…
Happy? Not really happy. Maybe pleased with himself? Amused? Something. He didn’t look miserable, at the very least.
Peter swallowed again, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to get his voice to work.
“You’re my friend,” he heard himself saying, not even sure what he was trying to say, and he grimaced because of it. “You don’t have to leave.” Again, he wasn’t really sure what he was trying to say, but he still didn’t want to be left alone, even after, well… being kissed twice by a boy.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 9:46 pm
How fun this was, watching Peter gape like a fish after he had kissed him once again! It almost felt like a game, 'How many times can you leave a know-it-all speechless?' or something along those lines. And he hadn't been lying, Benji really did find himself liking Peter in a way that was so incredibly different than he had felt towards Ptolemaeus. It was a far more gentle feeling, something much more natural and calm than the whirling rapids that was whatever was going on between him and that Dark Mirror Senshi. It didn't feel like it was suffocating him to the point of desperation at all. Sure, he was stressed out by a need to protect Peter in a way he knew he couldn't, but atleast the boy wasn't a machine.
Obviously he wasn't, not by how quickly Peter's heart was racing under his palm. You couldn't hide that behind a dumb fake smile, could you? And there was no hiding Benji's own smile as Peter assured him that he could stay, even if his face was a little twisted. He couldn't blame him though, from that reaction, Benji was beginning to assume that it was his first kiss, with a guy at least. Hopefully this would be a better memory than his own first kiss, which was stolen from him by that filthy Dark Mirror.
Content with the answer that he could stay, Benji withdrew his hand, scooting away just enough so that if Peter wanted to shift again, there was room. What was the point in pressing himself up against the railing when he knew his own naturally clingy sleeper of a self would be close to him anyway? Instead he simply laid parallel to the taller boy, settling down with his cheek against the shared pillow.
"I appreciate that, thanks. I'll stay then until someone kicks me out."
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