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I attacked other people. No severe injuries thankfully, but I really wanted to hurt them, Peter.

[It scared her. The thoughts that swirled around in her head days before she went on a rampage were awful.]

Maybe even kill them.

[He puts his arm around her and pulls her as close as he can without causing himself any pain. He gives her a soft squeeze in an attempt to reassure her.]

It was the brainwashing. I would hope that everyone understands that by now.

They do understand. They told me as much.

[She replies quietly, reaching out to grasp his free hand with her own. Everything he’s doing is reassuring, but Bela wants to be honest.]

It just might take some time before I realise that.

[Their fingers intertwine, and he stares down at them while she speaks.]

I don't even know how to deal with this anymore. Every time I get through one trauma, another one gets thrown at my head. How do I ever recover when there's no time?

I'm not sure if that's a question I have an answer for Peter.

[She replies, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.]

Unless you do absolutely nothing in the time between one traumatic event and then the next. Just try and rest if you can.

[There is no easy solution.]

[He squeezes back three times, almost in code. They're words he still can't say out loud to her.]

I guess it was more rhetorical than anything. But every time something goes down, I know I can't just sit here doing nothing. I have to help if it's at all possible.

Your selflessness is one of the things I admire about you. Not once have I seen you sit there and do nothing during a crisis.

[With her fingers still wrapped around his, she leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.]

I just don't want you to get burnt out.

And that's why I've almost been killed a hundred times.

[He leans into the kiss and sighs.]

I'm used to feeling burnt out. Physically, I mean. Mentally burned out didn't happen as often at home as it does here.

The mental toll here can be really trying. I often wonder how people manage it to be honest.

[She's been at her wit's end before.]

I'll do what I can to help you deal with it, Peter. Talk, provide a distraction, whatever you want.

Better people than us have probably failed.

[He pulls her close again, resting against the headboard of the bed with her.]

I'm not physically capable of that kind of distraction, no matter how much I might want it. So talking will work for now.

I absolutely want that kind of distraction, but we have plenty of time for that when you're fit and well.

[It isn't long until Bela snuggles in against him, watching where she lay against him.]

You could tell me another story or I could tell you one of mine.

[He's fine with the close contact being innocent, and realizes he may have needed human contact more than he originally thought. Someone warm and real and present certainly kept him from wallowing in his self-pity.]

It's usually me boring you to sleep with my stories, so maybe you could return the favor? I promise not to snore too loudly.

If you sleep, I don't care how much you snore. Rest is important. [Her hand rests against his chest and she curls around him a little more.]

Let me tell you about the time I nearly got drowned by a ghost...

[Bela details everything from tricking the Winchesters into helping her acquire an object, only for her to see a ghost ship that signalled her doom. Reluctantly, the Winchesters saved her from drowning by chanting a spell that gave one of the spirits of the ship what they really wanted.]

How am I supposed to fall asleep when that's your lead in to the story?

[Peter gives off a laugh at that, a bit incredulous. Of course, he's encountered ghosts and gods and g-other things galore, but that didn't mean he would find it boring.

But he listens, and now that he's met Dean, he knows at least one other player in the tale. He listens with rapt attention to her details, and by the time she's finished, he's still fighting his exhaustion with his curiosity.]

If that's your idea of a boring story, I need to hear one you think is exciting!

Maybe I should tell you the thrilling tale of deciding between two different brands of green tea in the supermarket.

[She holds it for a moment before she giggles, unable to help herself. Then Bela looks at him fondly, moving the hand from his chest to cup the side of Peter's face.]

Can't we just talk at each other mindlessly until we fall asleep, mhm? My life is clearly too exciting.

Hmm, that might work better for our purposes.

[The intimacy between them right now catches him off guard, as does hearing her laughter. He wants to keep making her laugh, protect her from further horrors of his place. When she touches his face, he takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss her. His abdomen protests moving too much more than that, but he's going to enjoy this kiss, dammit.]

Keep talking. I'll make sure to close my eyes this time.

[The kiss makes her heart skip a beat and she appreciates him for giving her something so sweet when he was in pain. It means a lot.]

Okay. I'm thinking when you get better, we should go on a date. Could be a sit on the couch watching movies kind of date or the kind where we grab a bite to eat, maybe some dancing? I don't mind, as long as we do something...

[And Bela chatters on for even longer than that, coming up with other ways that they could spend time together.]

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