[ Peter tenses when Charlie moves toward him, when he finally lays eyes on the Mark curling between his shoulder blades, snaking up the nape of his neck. Some weird, curling thing, the vague shape of which kind of reminded Peter of a flame, whenever he could bring himself to look at it in a mirror.

But whatever Charlie sees, he doesn’t comment on it, and Peter forces himself to breathe out through his lips, arms lifted awkwardly to give Charlie better access to the bandage. When Charlie does speak, the words drag another laugh from Peter. ]

Didn’t realize that was something you’d given any thought to. But I guess spending six months together would make anyone daydream.