[ He’s just, you know, trying pick himself up after being totally and utterly floored by this.
What a mess.
His mouth has gone dry (well, drier), and he licks his lips a little nervously. They— need to talk about this. They really need to talk about this. Not just this, as in the way they were groping at each other like teenagers at Make-Out Point, but This, as in that Thing. Which makes the unspoken spoken and kind of negates the unspokenness of it, but these days, the mystery of it drives Peter crazy more than he finds it alluring. ]
I, uh.
[ He glances over, something tentative in the way he doesn’t quite turn toward her, in the way he winces a little before he speaks again. ]
no subject
[ He’s just, you know, trying pick himself up after being totally and utterly floored by this.
What a mess.
His mouth has gone dry (well, drier), and he licks his lips a little nervously. They— need to talk about this. They really need to talk about this. Not just this, as in the way they were groping at each other like teenagers at Make-Out Point, but This, as in that Thing. Which makes the unspoken spoken and kind of negates the unspokenness of it, but these days, the mystery of it drives Peter crazy more than he finds it alluring. ]
I, uh.
[ He glances over, something tentative in the way he doesn’t quite turn toward her, in the way he winces a little before he speaks again. ]
Are you?