Talking to Alita had given Peter the chance to vent about last night at least slightly, although vent wasn't even the right word. Peter wasn't mad about what had happened, necessarily. It was more than he was confused, upset, worried, and crushed that someone as nice as Roland had been forced to such a terrible end. Losing control of himself and becoming some sort of monster that couldn't tell between friend and foe, only to go so berserk that there was no choice but to attack him...
Peter was impatient with the nurses when they forced him into a coat before they would let him outside. They insisted that they didn't want him to catch a cold, but that was the last thought on Peter's mind at the moment. Having grown up in New York, he had a pretty good amount of tolerance for cold weather, so he didn't see why they were bothering. In the end, he pulled the coat on as quickly as he could and then headed out into the courtyard.
It took some walking around, but he eventually found Heat sitting up against the wall and looking like he was about to freeze to death. It was chilly, but Peter honestly didn't think it was that bad. Maybe the man was used to a warmer climate -- and his name was a clue all on its own, wasn't it? He wondered if it was a nickname, then.
Walking over to the man, Peter stood nearby and glanced down at him, arms over his chest. His left arm was still stinging and sore from the bite, but he wasn't going to think about that right now. "We need to talk," he said, and his tone managed to be surprisingly firm.
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Peter was impatient with the nurses when they forced him into a coat before they would let him outside. They insisted that they didn't want him to catch a cold, but that was the last thought on Peter's mind at the moment. Having grown up in New York, he had a pretty good amount of tolerance for cold weather, so he didn't see why they were bothering. In the end, he pulled the coat on as quickly as he could and then headed out into the courtyard.
It took some walking around, but he eventually found Heat sitting up against the wall and looking like he was about to freeze to death. It was chilly, but Peter honestly didn't think it was that bad. Maybe the man was used to a warmer climate -- and his name was a clue all on its own, wasn't it? He wondered if it was a nickname, then.
Walking over to the man, Peter stood nearby and glanced down at him, arms over his chest. His left arm was still stinging and sore from the bite, but he wasn't going to think about that right now. "We need to talk," he said, and his tone managed to be surprisingly firm.