March 20th
Were you ever going to tell me?
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"Can I just ask you something?"
Peter nodded slowly.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" Edmund all but whispered. "Or were you just gonna keep your mouth shut?"
Peter rolled his eyes. "Of course I wasn't gonna tell you." He grumbled. "Why would I?"
"So I could help maybe?" Edmund muttered in disbelief.
"I don't need your help."
Edmund frowned, that was unlike his brother. "Look, I know it's been hard since coming back from Narnia, but you have to understand that you can't do this by yourself." He said.
Peter stared at him.
"And you certainly can't go around getting into fistfights with people." Edmund added, mentioning the fight that Peter had managed to keep a secret for all of two and a half hours before Edmund was informed of what had happened. "You're covered in bruises."
Peter just shrugged at this, but wasn't able to hold back a flinch at the sudden movement, jarring his muscles. "I'm fine." He grumbled. "I wasn't gonna tell you because I knew you'd act like this."
"Like what?"
"All fussy." Peter answered. "All this "this isn't like you" and the "you never get into fights" and "you should've told me" all that crap."
"Well you should've told me." Edmund said firmly. "When I used to get into fights I never told you and you still found out didn't you? What made you think you could keep this a secret?"
Peter groaned. "Can we please just stop?" He muttered. "My head is pounding."
Edmund raised an eyebrow. "I wonder why." He said.
Peter rolled his eyes, flopping down on his bed. "Please just go away." He grumbled, burying his face in the pillow.
Edmund stared at him for a long time before he sighed, standing. "Next time you do something stupid, don't try and hide it, because I will find out." He said. "So just tell me straight up and I might be able to help you."
Peter only huffed in reply, so Edmund left it alone, confused on what was going on with his brother.
Because he had meant what he'd said, this wasn't like him at all.
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