Seventeen

Peter coughs and his eyes are foggy and distant. "Hey, none of that now, you here?" Noir says, a hand on Peter's cheek, patting it softly trying to get him to focus and stay awake."Peter, please, focus on me.” And Peter looks at him, all delirious and confused and he gives his little quirked smile, the one that had noirs stomach in knots and heart pounding when they first met"I thought you...left..me," he wheezes, his words rattling and wet and cloying. "I don't want to...leave ...you like.. that"And Noir shakes his head. "You're not leaving Peter, okay? I'm back. Fuck. I'm back. I fucked up Peter, real bad. But we'll get this squared away and things'll be jake and you'll be okay . We can retire. Can just sit around doin borin everyday joe things. Get all old and fat and become curmudgeons." Peter laughs and hacks---Noir is dead and Peter does not want to live.Noir is alive and he's killing Peter.

Maria is brilliant and Kat is our ever supportive friend, thanks for letting us go bat shit, Kat.