[ he hates the way this is getting to him, how his heart pounds when she calls him 'beloved' and how he's absolutely positive she can hear it. but he does lengthen his stride, swallowing his fears and telling himself it's for the objective when he grabs onto her hand. it's softer than he remembers and he doesn't have to fake the way his thumb immediately strokes over the back of it with affection. ] I have a long torso, dearest. Whereas your legs...
[ god why is he talking about her legs, now he's looking at them. he has to clear his throat and face forward again, shaking his head and finishing the statement meekly. ] Go on forever.
[ peter lets out a little breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding onto and does a better job of cellotaping himself to her side. it's a mixture of relief and quiet panic whenever they get near each other, and lately it's been happening more and more. ]
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[ god why is he talking about her legs, now he's looking at them. he has to clear his throat and face forward again, shaking his head and finishing the statement meekly. ] Go on forever.
[ peter lets out a little breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding onto and does a better job of cellotaping himself to her side. it's a mixture of relief and quiet panic whenever they get near each other, and lately it's been happening more and more. ]