( It doesn't work like that, he knows, but it's strange because... it's perhaps the first time in Peter's life that he's ever genuinely wished such a thing for someone else. Ever entertained such a thought at all — to want to take away all the bad things from someone, and to ache so badly because he can't.
Of course he'd loved his family, for everything that was so bad and hurtful about them, but Luna's.... different. The love he has for her is something different, something else, a category of its own. It's something selfless and safe, and Peter's never known a love like that. Some times he still doesn't quite know what to do with it. If he starts thinking too much, his mind might try to find weak spots, or try to create them. Might try to insist yet again that he doesn't deserve this, that it can't last, that he can't be loved or love this way — those same insecurities that have popped up over time. Maybe some of that is seeping in here, making him feel less and less because of everything that's continually so wrong in him. Weak, helpless, stupid, lacking, scary, dangerous, wrong—
'You're never a problem, Peter. Not to me.'
He blinks, the gesture quietly stunned and unseen, but the weighted pause must speak for itself, the way he draws in a slow breath when she says those words, like he's breathing them in and having to let them take their time passing into his lungs because they mean so much.
The love Peter has for Luna is many things and has many shapes and forms, but more than anything, it's family in a particular way he's never known. It's being accepted, time and time again, even if he's.... all of those things. Even if he's wrong. Even if all he can do to help Luna through what she's dealing with is to love her back and take care of her in his small ways. He wishes he could take everything bad from her, and he can't, but he can stay right beside her while the bad things happen. )
Thank you. ( He whispers, touched, warmed — then he's immediately dipping his head down with a soft laugh, amused and loved, by her words. Invisible or not, there's no hiding the way the smile would reach his eyes, the way it warms him right up, his laugh quiet but genuine. )
You are good with animals, ( he agrees, and it's— still horrible; he throws up ants now, sometimes. Maybe forever? Maybe not? He doesn't fucking know?? But she's still here (a friend to all creatures, including his cursed ants.....) Clearly, this place is just going to continue to throw new challenge after challenge at them. Clearly, their bodies have changed — are still changing, and there are new things to have to get used to. Clearly, it's terrifying. But... )
I love you.
( There's that, and it means everything. Peter's other hand gently moves to cup the girl's face for a moment, thumbpad brushing along her cheek, and it would be an opportune moment to lean in and kiss her, except admitting he hacks up bugs now is fresh on the mind, and he— well. He won't do that to her right now. Instead— )
I'm going to hug you now. ( There's a little smile of amusement still in his voice, but he is invisible so he should give her a heads up about what he's going to do. Peter moves slowly, and lies down a bit beside her but still a bit below her — so that when he turns to slide his arm around Luna, he's able to lay the side of his head down on her chest. And he snuggles in close to her like that, curled in to face her and hugging on. A Luna pillow is really the best kind, and it's a mutual comfort, given that he's now a warm body draped against her, a blanket to rival all others in her sick state. He tilts his head up a bit to look at her as he speaks— )
And don't worry, there's plenty of... warning before it happens. You're safe. ( Meaning, he... won't be throwing up creepy-crawlies on her right now... and if he feels it about to happen, well. He'll run into the bathroom... Peter half-winces, half-smiles, and hugs her tighter. She's safe — and he feels safe, too. )
— possible wrap here, but feel free 2 keep going if u like ♡
Of course he'd loved his family, for everything that was so bad and hurtful about them, but Luna's.... different. The love he has for her is something different, something else, a category of its own. It's something selfless and safe, and Peter's never known a love like that. Some times he still doesn't quite know what to do with it. If he starts thinking too much, his mind might try to find weak spots, or try to create them. Might try to insist yet again that he doesn't deserve this, that it can't last, that he can't be loved or love this way — those same insecurities that have popped up over time. Maybe some of that is seeping in here, making him feel less and less because of everything that's continually so wrong in him. Weak, helpless, stupid, lacking, scary, dangerous, wrong—
'You're never a problem, Peter. Not to me.'
He blinks, the gesture quietly stunned and unseen, but the weighted pause must speak for itself, the way he draws in a slow breath when she says those words, like he's breathing them in and having to let them take their time passing into his lungs because they mean so much.
The love Peter has for Luna is many things and has many shapes and forms, but more than anything, it's family in a particular way he's never known. It's being accepted, time and time again, even if he's.... all of those things. Even if he's wrong. Even if all he can do to help Luna through what she's dealing with is to love her back and take care of her in his small ways. He wishes he could take everything bad from her, and he can't, but he can stay right beside her while the bad things happen. )
Thank you. ( He whispers, touched, warmed — then he's immediately dipping his head down with a soft laugh, amused and loved, by her words. Invisible or not, there's no hiding the way the smile would reach his eyes, the way it warms him right up, his laugh quiet but genuine. )
You are good with animals, ( he agrees, and it's— still horrible; he throws up ants now, sometimes. Maybe forever? Maybe not? He doesn't fucking know?? But she's still here (a friend to all creatures, including his cursed ants.....) Clearly, this place is just going to continue to throw new challenge after challenge at them. Clearly, their bodies have changed — are still changing, and there are new things to have to get used to. Clearly, it's terrifying. But... )
I love you.
( There's that, and it means everything. Peter's other hand gently moves to cup the girl's face for a moment, thumbpad brushing along her cheek, and it would be an opportune moment to lean in and kiss her, except admitting he hacks up bugs now is fresh on the mind, and he— well. He won't do that to her right now. Instead— )
I'm going to hug you now. ( There's a little smile of amusement still in his voice, but he is invisible so he should give her a heads up about what he's going to do. Peter moves slowly, and lies down a bit beside her but still a bit below her — so that when he turns to slide his arm around Luna, he's able to lay the side of his head down on her chest. And he snuggles in close to her like that, curled in to face her and hugging on. A Luna pillow is really the best kind, and it's a mutual comfort, given that he's now a warm body draped against her, a blanket to rival all others in her sick state. He tilts his head up a bit to look at her as he speaks— )
And don't worry, there's plenty of... warning before it happens. You're safe. ( Meaning, he... won't be throwing up creepy-crawlies on her right now... and if he feels it about to happen, well. He'll run into the bathroom... Peter half-winces, half-smiles, and hugs her tighter. She's safe — and he feels safe, too. )
yee we can wrap there!