"I'll survive." He rolled his shoulders a little, feeling the stitches
strain, but not rolling them enough to rip them apart. By the time Peter
was done, Alec was starting to feel better.
He turned to the kid. "How are you feeling? How are your legs?"
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Date: 2018-05-29 04:17 am (UTC)"I'll survive." He rolled his shoulders a little, feeling the stitches strain, but not rolling them enough to rip them apart. By the time Peter was done, Alec was starting to feel better.
He turned to the kid. "How are you feeling? How are your legs?"