[ He doesn't waste breath with answering aloud – which is funny, maybe, considering of the two of them Peter is the one who constantly wants validation, wants to hear the words aloud, as if speaking them provided them more weight, more depth.
I'm here, she says, and Peter exhales, something just barely voiced as his hand tightens over the line of her jaw, and the small sound of it borders on desperate. (afraid.) She didn't go very far, but he still pulls her back in to properly kiss her, to slot his lips over hers. ]
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I'm here, she says, and Peter exhales, something just barely voiced as his hand tightens over the line of her jaw, and the small sound of it borders on desperate. (afraid.) She didn't go very far, but he still pulls her back in to properly kiss her, to slot his lips over hers. ]