Liz felt stunned for a moment as she turned her head to look at him. Her shoulders relaxed at his words and there was a spark of something behind her eyes. Something that used to be there before the night she had gotten drunk.

Maybe if she had been prepared for this conversation, she would have been less readable. As it was, there was no masking what she felt. It was the first time she actually, truly, believed what Peter was saying on the topic.

She released her knees, her body unraveling and then shifting until she was straddled on his lap, knee on either side of him, and hugging him tightly.