Peter smiles. He smiles so much around Liz that it makes his face hurt. When Liz shifts his arm across her body, he doesn't protest or withdraw. He just leaves it there because it's comfortable there. It was if that's where his arm belonged, like two puzzle pieces snapping neatly together.
"I'm glad you feel safe," he tells her, because he is. He always wants her to feel safe around him.
Peter closes his eyes for a second; even with Liz functioning as a distraction, it's becoming more and more difficult to resist the lull of sleep.
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Date: 2018-05-11 07:21 pm (UTC)"I'm glad you feel safe," he tells her, because he is. He always wants her to feel safe around him.
Peter closes his eyes for a second; even with Liz functioning as a distraction, it's becoming more and more difficult to resist the lull of sleep.
"You're really pretty, Liz," he says sleepily.