[ Something about Peter's presence is a balm, soothing and warm, and taking the worst of the bite out of the pain of his injuries. He just basks in it, in their closeness and connection. He's gone so long without, he feels like a starving man who's been offered a feast, and in the moment he doesn't have the presence of mind to deny how much he wants this. ]
Figured as much. Just wait until I heal up, please.
[ A beat. ] We really can't escape from this, can we?
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Figured as much. Just wait until I heal up, please.
[ A beat. ] We really can't escape from this, can we?