[ His chest tightens at those words, warm and sweet in a way that steals his breath. He feels himself smile, though it's tentative and slight, and he cups her cheek. ]
It is.
[ And he's a little surprised by how sincerely he means that. So much of his life had solely been about surviving to see the next day that he forgot about simple pleasures and comforts. He stopped expecting anything would be good in his life again, but—
Here he is, and here they are. And he's content. Happy in a way he never thought possible. It's spoiled him, he thinks. He can't imagine ever going back to his old life.
(If Thanos ever decided to drag Peter back to the his side, Peter thinks it might actually kill him.)
He presses his forehead to hers. ]
You were right earlier, too. This night is going to be too short.
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It is.
[ And he's a little surprised by how sincerely he means that. So much of his life had solely been about surviving to see the next day that he forgot about simple pleasures and comforts. He stopped expecting anything would be good in his life again, but—
Here he is, and here they are. And he's content. Happy in a way he never thought possible. It's spoiled him, he thinks. He can't imagine ever going back to his old life.
(If Thanos ever decided to drag Peter back to the his side, Peter thinks it might actually kill him.)
He presses his forehead to hers. ]
You were right earlier, too. This night is going to be too short.