017 || rl; is it any wonder i'm tired
[ Much to Peter's utmost chagrin, his least favourite part of the day had arrived and he was forced to return to his apartment, the place he really couldn't even call a home anymore. It wasn't; he'd taken away every part of it that could be called even remotely comforting and turned his walls into the constant reminder of the guilt that was consuming him. He'd been told more than enough times lately to stop trying to spend the night in the break room, that his life couldn't become his job, that he needed to stop glory hounding. As if any of those things were going to happen any time soon.
Tossing his keys on the counter and toeing out of his shoes, he was beyond exhausted and yet still hyped up on too much adrenaline and not enough sleep. And even then, Peter hangs back by the door for a few moments too long, staring into the depths of his empty apartment. It felt cold, sterile at best, and he didn't want to be here. He didn't want the constant reminders of anything that had happened with Adam and if he didn't get to sleep soon, he'd have to deal with the impending thoughts he tried so hard to filter out of his mind.
Instead, he turns to the newspaper he'd brought inside with him and settles himself on the floor with a water bottle. If there was another article about an accident that he'd been on call for, then he was ready to cut it out and add it to the others. But he already knew it would register no emotion, that it would still mean next to nothing in the grand scheme of things. There was no amount of people he could save anymore that would make up for all he'd done wrong. ]
Tossing his keys on the counter and toeing out of his shoes, he was beyond exhausted and yet still hyped up on too much adrenaline and not enough sleep. And even then, Peter hangs back by the door for a few moments too long, staring into the depths of his empty apartment. It felt cold, sterile at best, and he didn't want to be here. He didn't want the constant reminders of anything that had happened with Adam and if he didn't get to sleep soon, he'd have to deal with the impending thoughts he tried so hard to filter out of his mind.
Instead, he turns to the newspaper he'd brought inside with him and settles himself on the floor with a water bottle. If there was another article about an accident that he'd been on call for, then he was ready to cut it out and add it to the others. But he already knew it would register no emotion, that it would still mean next to nothing in the grand scheme of things. There was no amount of people he could save anymore that would make up for all he'd done wrong. ]