His Touch
Author's Note: A little one-shot I wrote on the fly based on the latest episode of "Bad Dreams." Enjoy!
"He calmed you."
"Excuse me?"
Astrid shrugged.
"He did. When you were hypnotized and seeing what that reverse empath was seeing, you started to try and wake up after he killed that stripper. Walter had him hold your hand, and you calmed down just like that."
She stared at her Caesar salad, no longer hungry and not just because of Walter had been doing with a dead pig's head and a baseball bat when she'd come in with lunch.
"He did, did he?"
She tried her best to act nonchalant, so much had happened to her in those past days that Peter holding her hand was the least of her worries, or so she told herself.
Astrid, however, continued undeterred.
"Yeah. It was crazy how fast it worked. I honestly thought you were gonna nail your head on the machine if you woke up you were moving so much. Poor Peter, too, he looked so worried, Walter actually had to encourage him; he hesitated like he thought he'd hurt you if he did anything like when you were in the tank."
"Is that so?" she asked, pushing away the salad altogether now, her mind too turbulent for her to even think about food.
"Yup. Well, I better go take over for Peter so that he can get something to eat. Judging by the noise it was probably best that one of us stayed out there with Walter to supervise. He's a really nice guy though, under all that scruff and scowling, letting me eat first and all. Talk to ya later, Olivia," Astrid grinned, pausing at the door just long enough to see Olivia staring at her hands, that same small smile on her face as when Peter had taken her hand.