slipping through my fingers all the time

They make their way back to the couch, where Carol places Ninja Turtle ice packs wrapped in paper towels on either side of him. He doesn’t protest to her when she makes him take about six Advils, nor does he protest when she lifts his head onto her lap. She stares down at his big doe eyes, the ones filled with un-shed tears.“Peter, can I tell you something?” She smooths down his hair, and trait she finds most people do to him.“Sure.”She looks him dead in the eye. “It wasn’t your fault.”~or the one where peter grieves, carol helps, and then they watched mamma mia