[ He grins at her, and it’d be easy to tease her again, to mumble about how eager she apparently is, today, but—
Well, it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t right there with her, and he shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair, and sliding into the space beside her on the couch.
(The blanket from the festival has taken up near permanent residence on their couch, folded and draped over the back of it; Peter smiles to himself every time he spots it.)
no subject
Well, it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t right there with her, and he shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair, and sliding into the space beside her on the couch.
(The blanket from the festival has taken up near permanent residence on their couch, folded and draped over the back of it; Peter smiles to himself every time he spots it.)
Archly, ]
Was there something you wanted?