[ It slips from his lips, little more than punched out air escaping him. His chest clenches, makes it hard to breathe for a second or two.
He knows, of course. He's known for a while, even before she gave voice to the words, so it's not a surprise, exactly. But she says the words aloud so rarely that the weight of them still knocks him on his ass.
Peter, on the other hand, says it all the time. Parting for work in the morning, settling in to sleep for the evening, wrapping his arms around her waist when she stands at the kitchen counter to get herself a plate of whatever they'd gotten for dinner that evening. As easy as breathing, and he means it, every single time.
He feels himself smiling, feels warmth spreading through him, and he pulls back to get a better look at her, to catch her gaze. ]
I love you, too. [ And his voice is soft, warm, reverent. ] More than anything.
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[ It slips from his lips, little more than punched out air escaping him. His chest clenches, makes it hard to breathe for a second or two.
He knows, of course. He's known for a while, even before she gave voice to the words, so it's not a surprise, exactly. But she says the words aloud so rarely that the weight of them still knocks him on his ass.
Peter, on the other hand, says it all the time. Parting for work in the morning, settling in to sleep for the evening, wrapping his arms around her waist when she stands at the kitchen counter to get herself a plate of whatever they'd gotten for dinner that evening. As easy as breathing, and he means it, every single time.
He feels himself smiling, feels warmth spreading through him, and he pulls back to get a better look at her, to catch her gaze. ]
I love you, too. [ And his voice is soft, warm, reverent. ] More than anything.