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Um.

[The video feed kicks on at some ungodly hour during the night and finds Isaac- or, more accurately, the faint outline of Isaac. The world around him is dark, but for what it's worth, he seems to be outside. In the snow.

The first thing you'd probably notice is that he isn't dressed for it at all. Isaac is actually pretty much wearing a t-shirt, fabric pajama pants, and has no shoes or socks to speak of. He's drenched, shivering something awful, and seems to be rather in the middle of nowhere.]

I could use a little help. [His teeth chatter as he speaks. Not fun.] Is anyone awake? I just kind of... woke up here a few minutes ago. So, uh- a jacket or a way home would be nice.

[[ooc: Isaac's weapon is sort of in the process of leveling up and as a result, he's sleepwalkin'. Anyone is welcome to find him! c:]]

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[peter's pretty good with silence. he's tired and cold and his arm hurts and now that isaac's safe what just happened is really sinking in, so the quiet isn't unwelcome.

the sun is just peeking over the horizon by the time they get back to the apartment, and peter wastes no time in getting all of his outdoor clothes off. he saves his jacket for last, though, wincing a little as he slides his arm free.

it's not very light in the apartment with the curtains closed, but isaac is probably familiar enough with the smell of dried blood. peter doesn't say anything about it, though, just heads for the kitchen, carefully removing his shirt as he starts running the tap for warm water.]

[Isaac rubs his eyes when they finally get through the door, his legs a little sore from all of the walking. Nevertheless, he pulls his hat off and sets it on the counter, and is in the process of getting his gloves off when he can smell the blood.

Quickly, he whirls around, his brow furrowed a little at the sight of Peter with blood caked along his shoulder, but after a few moments, it starts to sink in. Isaac lifts a hand in the light and examines his fingers, finding a few smears here and there, and without another pause, he moves to approach Peter, pressing the flat of his hand over the other werewolf's shoulder, positioning him so he can see it better.]

You should have said something. Jesus, Peter- did I do that?

[peter lets isaac maneuver him around. once he's got his shirt off the four little punctures from isaac's nails start bleeding sluggishly again, but mostly it's just a mess of old blood.]

Said what, ow? I didn't really notice till after, anyway.

I could have hurt you.

[He frowns, concerned.]

I did hurt you. It's not deep, is it?

Don't know, this is the first I'm seeing it too. You tell me.

[Isaac frowns and tries to get a good look at it, before reaching for one of their washcloths and running it under warm water to wipe the dried blood away.]

Can't see in this light. Go sit down and I'll grab a bandage.

[peter goes to the window instead, opening the curtain and wincing in the sudden light and then again as he lifts and twists his arm to look at the nailmarks. he can't really tell how deep they are, but since they can't be any deeper than the length of isaac's claws he's not particularly worried about it.]

Looks pretty clean to me.

[Isaac sighs and gets their first aid kit, moving over to where Peter is turning and trying to get a good look at it.]

Well, my nails aren't dirty. Hold still.

[peter stands still as ordered. his shoulder is a bit tense because his arm hurts, but he lets isaac do whatever he wants to his arm without any particular protest or whining, other than possibly hissing a bit at disinfectant. they're both too tired for him to be theatrical, and he doesn't even watch, just trusts that isaac's going to do a good job.]

[For what it's worth, Isaac has spent enough time sealing up his own cuts and bruises in the bathroom to know what he's doing here. His eyes lower as he dabs the disinfectant over the marks, holding Peter's arm steady throughout it and ensuring that the surrounding area is clean. The gauze goes next- not a lot, just a thin layer or two, as it's not deep enough to really make him bleed- and then Isaac tapes it all down carefully.

The bloody cottonballs are still in his hand when he realizes their proximity, and his gaze lifts for a moment to look at Peter. And he wants to- thank him maybe, or apologize again, especially now that he knows that Peter actually got hurt for his troubles.

Isaac's eyes drop after a moment and he wets his lips.]

...it is too freaking early for this. Back to bed?

[peter looks up to find that isaac is right there, looking at him like he's got a dozen things to say and zero words to use. he thinks he should say something too, thank isaac for patching up his arm, express some of the relief that's obvious in the slump of his shoulders. instead, he watches isaac's tongue trace the outline of his mouth.

he's too tired to think very hard about anything, so he closes the last few inches of distance and kisses isaac instead.]

[There's a pause there, a definite hesitation before Isaac kisses him back. The movement is soft, almost tentative- a direct contrast to their first kiss, angry and violet up against the tree. He lets it linger for a moment or two before pulling away just slightly, letting his gaze draw back up the other werewolf.

After another moment or so, Isaac silently moves back, turning to throw away the cotton balls and clean up the mess of the first aid kit before turning the sink on to wash his hands.]

...it doesn't look too deep. It should probably heal in a few days- might scar a bit though.

[He talks into the sink almost a full minute after the fact, his hands entirely too soapy for him to really have been paying attention to what he's doig.]

[peter doesn't press, pulls back when isaac does and lets him wander over to the sink while peter goes and fishes his pajamas out of the mess of blankets on the bed.]

If they scar I'll just have to make up a good story.

[normal, like nothing just happened between isaac bandaging his arm and going to wash his hands.]

-what, mauled by a werewolf isn't a good story?

[He dries his hands then, moving to take off the rest of the restrictive winter clothing. His pajamas are still a little damp though, and so he starts rummaging around the dresser for another pair.]

...you make a good point, although it was more a gentle stabbing than a real mauling.

[once he's changed peter burrows under the blankets, getting himself arranged while babying his arm just a little. usually he still starts out sleeping facing the wall, but to do that he'd have to lay right on the bandage, so he's facing out instead, vaguely watching isaac get ready for bed.]

Gentle stabbing. I'll have to remember that.

[He's wearing underwear and it's not like he hasn't stripped down in locker rooms or anything. Isaac doesn't really even note that Peter is watching him when he changes quickly into more viable pajamas, tossing the ones that he was wearing into some form of a dirty laundry pile.

Isaac slides into bed a moment later, stretching a little and tugging at the blankets so they're more comfortable. Honestly, it's been such a night that he's basically going to pass out quickly.]

Thanks again.

I'd say anytime, but really we're just not gonna do this again, okay?

[peter curls up so that his knees are just touching isaac, his head and shoulders mostly buried in the blankets.]

Night.

Okay.

[And that's good enough for him. Isaac finds himself relaxing quickly, shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep within minutes.]

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