"Just wanted to be alone for a second."
Ed nodded at Peter, then dropped his eyes to his fist, which he had been examining with great interest. His left fist was raw and red, and was currently covered with a bit of dried blood, and it hurt like hell. Well, he supposed that would happen when one punched a wall. However, this physical was in no way mirroring the pain in his heart - where a maelstrom of pain, rage, and sorrow lay. He had refused any help with his hand, initially. However, as it continued to throb, he figured that he should have someone place a Healing spell of some sort on it... only Healing reminded him of Matt.
He leaned against the wall, taking a deep, shaky breath. "But if you need it, go ahead."
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