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 Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 8:20 pm
He’d followed after Benji, trying to be as subtle about it as possible. He wanted to make sure the other was okay. There had to be more going on than just what Peter had said. Yeah, maybe he was a little too honest about things. Maybe he needed to back off because he could be a bit much, but he was just trying to help. He was just trying to make sure his friend was okay.
And that was what Benji was to him. He was his friend. And taking care of people is what friends did.
It wasn’t too difficult to figure out that Benji was heading towards HITS campus, and once he figured that out, Peter turned back to gather more supplies that he might need because he doubted that Benji would get proper medical attention for his ankle, and that was how he lost his eye, right? Not getting help when he needed it?
Peter had just driven up to the entrance of the HITS parking lot when he was surprised by a text. It was from Benji, and he sounded like he was okay with talking. Well, that was a lot better than randomly showing up without an invitation like Peter was planning.
Finding the greenhouses wasn’t all that difficult, and with him Peter had a backpack he’d thrown a bunch of stuff in. It was only about five minutes after he’d received the text, so it probably looked kind of weird, maybe like he was stalking Benji (which he supposed he kind of was), but figured that didn’t matter because he was just there to try and help, even if he was going to be yelled at again.
He knocked on the greenhouse door as instructed and waited for hopefully Benji to answer it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 12:54 pm
After having stormed limped off from Peter after their confrontation, Benji had headed straight for the HITS Green Houses. That was his original destination in the first place, ignoring the fact there was a detour involving a fence and a certain infuriating young man.
The Greenhouse had always been a sanctuary of sorts; a safe place tucked away for what felt like almost his exclusive use. Sure that wasn't the case, but no one in the school could say they were here more often than he was. Part of it was because he was here on a Biology scholarship and the more he worked towards his Botany major for college the less likely that they would straight up expel him the next time he got into a fight. The rest was because he actually liked being here. It was a quiet calmness that felt entirely safe, what with being surrounded by the foggy glass window that obscured him from outside views and with the security alarm set in place where no one was let in or out without the proper access The only thing he thought about when within it's humid walls were the plants he tended to.
Except this time, something else plagued him. His mind couldn't get off of Peter, of how close they had been and how quickly Benji had flown off the rails after a weird confrontation. Was he tired? Was he that freaking stressed to have gone off on someone he considered his friend? Probably.
And it ate away at him for some time as he tended to his flowers, taking down data absently then scowling when he found that he couldn't focus enough to get any real work done. Benji just couldn't leave it how it was; he truly liked Peter in a way that was far more complicated than just romantic gushy bullshit, but deeper than just friendship, and the longer he sat there in his little rolling stool the more he grew frustrated and irritated at himself. It got to the point where he just knew nothing else wouldn't get done if he let things fester, so he finally took a deep breath and sent the other a quick text.
hey, if you wanna talk, I'm at the HITS greenhouse. knock if you want me to let you in. you don't have to though
That was all, and it did little to relieve his irritation so he did his best to just concentrate on his work. Not that it mattered much since he heard the knock on the door far sooner than he thought he would. Had Peter been that close? Was he being a creep and following him around? It almost made Benji smile, knowing that Peter might have been giving effort to make things right. Even if he had to reach out first.
Benji flinched when he stood, ankle already swollen, hot, and red from his lack of proper care, but eh, what did it matter in the long run? It took much longer than he wanted to get to the door and when he did, he felt winded and tired, but straightened up his best to make sure he didn't seem all that suffering when he swung the door open.
"Hey Peter, Come on. My stuff is set up right over there... Mind the hoses and s**t on the floor. Not real s**t, just... Stuff. Come on, before someone sees you." He gently grabbed onto Peter's arm, pulling him in and closing the door behind them, hearing it beep softly and lock again.
"I would have thought you'd go home to change your clothes. Were you just kinda waiting for something?" Limping back to his stool, Benji took a seat, taking another deep breath and enjoying the smell of wet earth that filled the room. It was nice, for now anyway.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 12:36 pm
Peter frowned down at the other when he was pulled inside the greenhouse and heard the door lock behind him. At least the place seemed secure enough. People couldn’t just wander in and out. The comment about his clothes made him blink and then glance down at himself. He was still covered in blood and the water from earlier, but he shook his head, not thinking that was very important.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he explained quietly as he watched Benji limp back to his stool to sit down. “Your ankle looks like s**t, but you haven’t flipped out on me like that in… well…”
Had there been a time Benji went off on him like he had? Because Peter couldn’t remember. They’d bickered and were mean to each other when they’d first met, but they were also just kids back then. Well, they were still kids, but younger, less mature kids.
“Let me fix your ankle at least,” he said, lifting the box of medical supplies he’d brought with him, knowing that if something wasn’t done, it could get infected and Benji might end up losing his foot. “Unless you want to end up being youma food. Might not be able to run from them any more.”
Although, the idea of a greenhouse or other kind of locked shed was giving Peter ideas that he would have to revisit later.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 1:33 pm
For once, Benji kept quiet as Peter explained himself, feeling worse by the moment as his friend expressed what seemed to be genuine worry for him. It certainly wasn't something Benji was used to, especially given how prickly and unpredictable he had always been.
When had things become different with Peter? When did such feelings that left him confused and angry, yet thrilled at the same time start occupying his thoughts?
He wasn't quite sure, but when he thought of the other boy, he felt an odd sort of security about him. Like when the other was around, he was allowed to breathe and he wouldn't care just how often or loud those breaths were.
"I didn't mean to freak out... I never wanted to be like that towards you, Peter..." Benji muttered, shifting a bit on his stool to put his busted ankle across his own knee. Slowly but surely he peeled off the shoe and sock, still soaked from earlier, wincing slightly as pain shot through the jagged splintered skin again. Sadly, it was throbbing, hot and swollen despite Peter having gotten most of the dirt out before. Bits and pieces of skin seemed to be loose over the damaged area, and blood oozed from it slowly, old scabs having merged with the Gauze and tore free again once Benji removed it.
Unsure of what to say, Benji just reached over and rolled another two stools closer from where he sat. One to rest his ankle on, and the other for Peter to sit on.
"I'm sorry..." Again, his voice was soft, far different than when he had been with Peter not too long ago before. Guilt was hitting him heavy now because Peter really didn't deserve any of that anger and terrible words he had spit out earlier. And now the boy was back to make sure he was okay and Benji just felt like s**t. His friend... His dear friend really was far too good for the shitty piece of trash he was.
"... Are you okay? I'm really, really sorry for being so shitty like that..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 1:46 pm
"It happens," Peter said quietly, not really minding being yelled at since there were worse things. He knew not to take it personally, especially since he’d apparently said things to upset Benji in the first place.
Peter watched as Benji pulled over a couple more stools for them to use, glad that Benji was planning on using one for his ankle too. Before Peter made himself comfortable, he reached over to pull at one of the hoses with the nozzle attached and tested it to make sure it was on. He adjusted the setting so that the pressure wasn’t so harsh and more like a gentle rain.
"You were upset. You’re hurt. Don’t apologize," he told the other, looking up at him with concern as he finally sat down and pulled everthing close to him, reaching out to check out Benji’s ankle once more.
"Yeah, I’m fine," he promised, noting the softness in Benji’s voice and the way he sounded guilty about everything. "What’s going on? I didn’t think I said something to upset you that much," he gently prodded both with his words and with his fingers as he inspected Benji’s ankle. Making sure he wouldn’t spray them both, he held up the hose to let the water wash over the already inflamed skin.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:36 pm
Dammit... Why did Peter have to be so calm about everything? Benji was just far too used to people snapping at him, berating him for over reacting, for being so unable to keep his emotions in check that every step he took felt like it would be nothing but mistake after mistake. Yet Peter didn't seem to blame him for anything, nor did he say words that would poke and prod at that uncertainty that forever lingered in his mind.
When their eyes met again, Benji just stared, biting his lip in hesitation to even deny that whatever had happen wasn't his fault. Because it was, after all he was the one who should have been in control of his own goddamn emotions. After all of that, Peter still cared for him, tended to him, and spoke so softly and gently that Benji could have sworn that maybe, just maybe, that Peter loved him just as tenderly as Benji loved him.
"It's alot... There's just... It's alot of s**t, Peter... It will take forever to talk about, and it's honestly a waste of time to go on and on about when it's mainly my fault anyway." He finally spoke, watching and enjoying the water that started to run over his skin and then drip right down the drain. Luckily being the green house that it was, there were drains all over, and whatever was soiled just went right down the pipes.
"If you really want to know, I'll tell you though. You're as stubborn as I am and you wouldn't leave me alone until I said something, would you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 11:59 am
”It’s going to take me a while to make sure your leg is wrapped properly, so we’ve got time,” Peter said, thinking Benji might need more than just to be told things were okay. He didn’t seem the type to just change his mind unless he was convinced it was okay.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, but I’d like to know. I’m here to listen. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have come here,” he pointed out as he set the hose aside and began working on patting Benji’s leg dry with a clean cloth.
“You’re damn right I’m as stubborn as you,” he said with a hint of a grin. It was good to have someone to talk to. Peter would know because he didn’t have many people to talk to, either
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 8:54 pm
"You know... I really have no idea what I did to deserve a friend like you... But I'm really glad you're here." Again, his voice was soft, but with what Peter said, Benji visibly relaxed. While gathering his thoughts, he tried to push back the gross gushy feelings he had. It wasn't this time for them, it was the time for honesty and nothing else.
So that's what he gave.
It took a long time to get everything off his chest. The heart break, the touching and kisses that happened with Ptolemaeus, the pain and tears and dangerous things he did. He spoke of how murderous his thoughts got and how deep and ingrained that loneliness was in his chest.
It felt like hours as he spilled out his soul, and when he was finished, it felt like he was no longer Benji, but someone who felt so much less guilt and pain as he did.. And it felt surprisingly wonderful. So much so that even after he had cried his eyes out several times during all of that, there was still enough of that lightness to allow him to smile.
"So... Yeah... That's it all... And now you know... I hope it explains how ******** up I act sometimes, and how I over react and freak out and all that s**t... I'm trying to get better, I am. I want to be someone who can be depended on and who can help people, who can help you when you need me and not just be some petty little angry s**t all the time."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 9:26 pm
Peter listened. He didn’t say anything as Benji told him about everything that happened. He did his best to keep his expression as even as possible, even as Benji explained about the people he’d met and what they’d done to him, or almost did to him, and what it had done to Benji, emotionally and physically and psychologically.
He hated that he couldn’t do anything to help in his friend’s time of need, but it was good that he was now telling him everything. At least with a little more knowledge of what happened, he could maybe counter Benji’s attitude about things.
Once it seemed Benji was finally talked out and his face was all red and blotchy from crying, and Peter had finished carefully wrapping his foot (after unwrapping it and re-wrapping it four times to give Benji more time to talk without feeling like he was inconveniencing anyone), Peter stood up so he could bend over and hug his friend.
"Thanks for telling me," he said, awkwardly leaning over so he could keep his arms around Benji’s shoulders. "You’re not a bad person. You’ve just got some stuff to work though. I understand that. But don’t expect me to not call you out on being a petty little angry s**t when you’re acting like one, okay? And you can tell me when I’m being too cold or unsympathetic or whatever." Kapoodles We can probably wrap with your post! :3
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 9:31 am
While the hug wasn't entirely unexpected at the end of things, it still seemed to catch Benji by surprise, and he chuckled softly to himself.
"You're too damned tall to be bending over like that.. But thanks." His own arms came up to wrap around the other's middle, as awkward as anything but warm and full of that comforting feeling that it seemed only Peter could make him feel. "You'd better call me out. How else will I know? Besides, I'm sure that includes being told how awesome I really am sometimes too. So.. Yeah, we'll definitely help one another and be there. I swear it."
A few more lingering moments of hugs lasted, then Benji pushed Peter away slightly, wiggling from his grasp to stand up fully. The busted ankle still hurt, but it was much better than it had been before.
"Come on... Let's go home. You're filthy as ******** and need a shower." That's right... Home. And right now, for Benji, home would be wherever Peter was, and he'd be damned if he ever forgot it.
Guine Wrapped up! <3 Thank you so much!
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