[He's sitting on the bed, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, hands flexing and unflexing between them. He isn't rocking, he isn't really moving except for the flexing, but it's an agitated movement, like he wants to wrap his hands around something and squeeze.
Mostly, Ivy's neck. And squeeze until she isn't breathing anymore.
His head jerks up when he hears Peter run in, and he doesn't answer at first - mostly because he's not entirely sure if it's Parker or White for a long, long moment.]
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Mostly, Ivy's neck. And squeeze until she isn't breathing anymore.
His head jerks up when he hears Peter run in, and he doesn't answer at first - mostly because he's not entirely sure if it's Parker or White for a long, long moment.]
Maybe an hour. Open the door.