( Peter hardly ever lets himself have that word, much less hold onto it. "Want". The few things he's actually allowed himself to want and try to have... he's carried some odd guilt through them. ....Even his relationship with Luna: the thing he wanted the most, to keep, to protect.

And even now.... hearing Falco say that, it makes something inside Peter curl tightly and painfully into itself. He gives a soft sound, a sort of gasp, an exhale, but it's very quiet. He wants that too, but it... hurts, to hear Falco say it, and to know that it's only that. A want.

And yet.... the younger teen has a point. "Impossible" in this place...? Might be a bit different. The rules are different, the powers and magics... Peter, the pessimist, hadn't even thought of that. But... Slowly his head lifts a little, frown tugging the corners of his mouth as the idea sinks in. )

Maybe.... there could be someone, or something here... that could help. This place... in the Archives, or the— school itself. Maybe—

—Maybe we could find you help. ( He voices it, barely above a whisper. "We", because he doesn't even have to consider it; he's there, he'll help. )