Thank you, [ he smiles lightly for a fleeting moment, sincerity interlaced in his words as he accepts the pack and holds it gently against his jawline. gentle, but not gentle enough. peter inhales through his teeth as the pain radiates and etches itself across his features, then exhales, slow and controlled, easing into his discomfort.

the things he puts himself through should have him shaking his head, reevaluating his life choices. but he made his bed, and it's time to lie in it. ]

For this... for-- letting me stay.

[ peter doesn't hold anything back, doesn't try to hide any of his injuries from quentin. his hands aren't quite the worst of it, but there are signs that he definitely put up... some sort of fight. reddening knuckles, minor abrasions. he outstretches his fingers, resting the tips of them against quentin's arm, a mark of how grateful he is. he then shifts to lean against the counter, body gradually relaxing, ] Breathing is fine, as far as I can tell... but maybe we should wait for the adrenaline to wear off before I commit to that.

[ peter manages to huff a laugh, one that dissolves into a soft groan. ] Come to think of it, I'm sure they left me with more than a few tokens of their gratitude.

[ the bulk of it under his shirt, scattered bruising along his rib cage and a few more down his legs... nothing that requires immediate medical attention. just a little tlc. he made certain of that. ]