Peter looked up when she came in, giving a hint of a smile to see her shock... He hoped she wasn't shocked on just how skinny he was...He nodded to her, giving a smile as he tried to sit up more to help... He watched her at work, she was red faced, ad shaking a bit... Peter didn't know if it was from stitching him up, or the sight of his body after years. Ever since Harry made fun of his frame in middle school while swimming, he kept his shirt on. When she said the alcohol might sting, she wasn't kidding. He braced himself for it, it stung, but he didn't make a sound. He just let her do her work... and then the stitches came. He usually did his own, which wasn't really safe... but he couldn't risk going to the hospital... She was much better at this. It felt weird with the string pulling on the skin, and the pain was very much there... but Lexi's fingers on his bare skin numbed his senses in a good way... When she was finally done, with a large bandage over the cut, Peter gave her a smile. "Thanks." He said quietly, trying to get up, but then sitting back down when the new cut refused to let him do so. "I'm sorry you had to do this... I didn't want to freak you out..."