[ She doesn't relax fully, but there is something reassuring about hearing Peter say that aloud. It didn't feel like he was expecting it from her, and he hadn't demanded anything, but... hearing it helps.
(Funny, how she so often fails to understand how Peter needs things to be said, when this is what soothes her.)
She nods quietly, running her thumb over the back of his hand. ]
All right.
[ She hopes that she does, too. She hopes that she can feel that and she hopes that she can say it.
For Peter.
She glances down to their linked fingers, then leans across the space between them to press a gentle kiss to Peter's lips. She can't offer that same sentiment, but... she can at least try to reassure him that she isn't running for the door because of it. ]
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(Funny, how she so often fails to understand how Peter needs things to be said, when this is what soothes her.)
She nods quietly, running her thumb over the back of his hand. ]
All right.
[ She hopes that she does, too. She hopes that she can feel that and she hopes that she can say it.
For Peter.
She glances down to their linked fingers, then leans across the space between them to press a gentle kiss to Peter's lips. She can't offer that same sentiment, but... she can at least try to reassure him that she isn't running for the door because of it. ]