[ He doesn't quite wince when he hears that again -- "love" -- but something does twinge in his chest, warm and aching and strange, but not unpleasant. He's not quite sure what to call it, yet, but all he knows is that he sort of likes it.
And when she pulls him down a little, when she meets him halfway to speak into his ear, he chews on the inside of his lip, worries at the still healing cut there with his tongue. He wants to say, Don't bother coming back. He wants to say, I can take care of this. He wants to say, Let me take care of you, for once. He doesn't have much to offer, he knows. He's just a guy who's thrust his lot in with a bunch of amazing, overpowered dudes who put up with him, ostensibly because he's got a ship, but he'll take it. And he wants to say, I'll be okay. I'm promise. But that's-- really not something he can promise, and he's trying to become a man of his word, at least where it comes to the people who actually matter to him.
And really, all of that's a waste of breath at this rate, he thinks. And a waste of time, and they have so little of it.
Especially when a new voice, raspy and authoritative, with a southern twang, rings out over the comms.
"Nearly done, boys. Get ready to haul your asses back to the Eclector in five."
So what Peter says instead is this: ]
Just stay out of trouble. [ He leans forward, presses a tentative kiss to her forehead. His other hand cups her cheek gently, mindful to not push the hood aside, just in case they do actually have eyes on them. ] Don't do anything I would do, alright, Kasumi?
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And when she pulls him down a little, when she meets him halfway to speak into his ear, he chews on the inside of his lip, worries at the still healing cut there with his tongue. He wants to say, Don't bother coming back. He wants to say, I can take care of this. He wants to say, Let me take care of you, for once. He doesn't have much to offer, he knows. He's just a guy who's thrust his lot in with a bunch of amazing, overpowered dudes who put up with him, ostensibly because he's got a ship, but he'll take it. And he wants to say, I'll be okay. I'm promise. But that's-- really not something he can promise, and he's trying to become a man of his word, at least where it comes to the people who actually matter to him.
And really, all of that's a waste of breath at this rate, he thinks. And a waste of time, and they have so little of it.
Especially when a new voice, raspy and authoritative, with a southern twang, rings out over the comms.
"Nearly done, boys. Get ready to haul your asses back to the Eclector in five."
So what Peter says instead is this: ]
Just stay out of trouble. [ He leans forward, presses a tentative kiss to her forehead. His other hand cups her cheek gently, mindful to not push the hood aside, just in case they do actually have eyes on them. ] Don't do anything I would do, alright, Kasumi?