He lies down, at least, shifting onto his side and tucking an arm under his pillow, and when he sees her hand near him, he reaches for it, fingers wrapping loosely around hers. Peter's always been a tactile person, and it comes out all the more when he's had a few too many to drink – getting Rocket into headlocks, throwing his arm around Drax's shoulder, pressing his side against Gamora. This isn't new, exactly.
What makes it different is that unspoken-spoken thing between them, there and not. The elephant in the room, Peter would call it, if he didn't have to then explain what an elephant was, and why no one was talking about it.
It's not quite the song he's asked for, but it's close (and hopefully getting closer), and he flashes a bright, lopsided smile of encouragement for it. ]
"Dreams"? Fleetwood Mac.
[ And in hopes of prompting her on, he starts the first line: ] Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom...
[ it's... mostly on-key, in a loose, unfocused way. ]
no subject
'M not complaining.
[ —he complains.
He lies down, at least, shifting onto his side and tucking an arm under his pillow, and when he sees her hand near him, he reaches for it, fingers wrapping loosely around hers. Peter's always been a tactile person, and it comes out all the more when he's had a few too many to drink – getting Rocket into headlocks, throwing his arm around Drax's shoulder, pressing his side against Gamora. This isn't new, exactly.
What makes it different is that unspoken-spoken thing between them, there and not. The elephant in the room, Peter would call it, if he didn't have to then explain what an elephant was, and why no one was talking about it.
It's not quite the song he's asked for, but it's close (and hopefully getting closer), and he flashes a bright, lopsided smile of encouragement for it. ]
"Dreams"? Fleetwood Mac.
[ And in hopes of prompting her on, he starts the first line: ] Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom...
[ it's... mostly on-key, in a loose, unfocused way. ]