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Lever snorted, shaking his head. “Are you serious? You’re about as subtle as a porcupine in a bounce house.”

“I’m insulted,” Lever drawled, raising an eyebrow at the man. “You watched me play a demented version of Ninja Warriors, and you don’t even remember me?”

"What are you waiting for?"
“This shirt's new, I don’t want to get your blood all over it.”

God might still love him after all the mistakes he’d made, but humans were far less forgiving.

He couldn’t just cower, not now, not ever. Cowards were always the first to die, and he was not going to die here.

A small voice whispered that Lever deserved to be alone, and he couldn’t exactly refute it.

He couldn’t be held responsible for whatever he did unsupervised, he was pretty sure that was a rule somewhere.

Thankfully, before Peter would have had to push air into Lever’s lungs—gag!—Lever jerked, and Peter was able to jump back before he got covered in water and whatever else Lever decided to cough up.
Once Lever was done clearing out his lungs, his eyes flickered over to Peter before he slumped back against the ground. “You didn’t have to give me CPR, did you?” he slurred, eyeing Peter.
“No.”
“Small blessings.”