ooc β Finally getting to these delicious backtags, MY APOLOGIES for the slow No worries at all if you prefer to wrap here / handwave Falco telling Peter things, or continue it out, I'm here for anything!!
( Truly, Peter has so little experience with hugging anyone this way. What he'd always known, and grown how to get used to, was a detachment. (His mother, flinching away from being too close to her son, trying to pretend like there was nothing wrong about that fact. His father, who would at least touch Peter, but only ever with one-armed hugs, an affection that was clinical.)
Even Charlie wasn't an affectionate sort β his little sister, always separated from everyone by some unseen veil. She never really reached out to him for hugs, never really seemed to crave them. Except for that final night, when Peter had been reminded of just how small and young she was. Standing in the doorframe, come to find her brother, afraid. Small arms wrapped around his neck as he'd carried her.
It's Luna who's really been teaching him how to be close to someone this way. Luna, who knows what's so wrong in him and reaches for him anyway, with no reservations, no fright. It's how Peter hugs the younger boy now, not closing himself off at all from him. He know what it is, to need to be held like that. )
We willβ ( He affirms, voice breaking a little at the ends, crumbling inwards. The fact that this crying child, even now, is offering to help him, too... Peter moves a shaky hand up into the back of Falco's hair, gently. The way Luna holds him sometimes, with fingertips gently rubbing soothingly against the scalp, petting gestures. )
Do you want to tell me? Everything thatβ that happened? How it happened? ( He doesn't have to, he doesn't have to say anything more at all. But if he does... Peter will listen. )
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( Truly, Peter has so little experience with hugging anyone this way. What he'd always known, and grown how to get used to, was a detachment. (His mother, flinching away from being too close to her son, trying to pretend like there was nothing wrong about that fact. His father, who would at least touch Peter, but only ever with one-armed hugs, an affection that was clinical.)
Even Charlie wasn't an affectionate sort β his little sister, always separated from everyone by some unseen veil. She never really reached out to him for hugs, never really seemed to crave them. Except for that final night, when Peter had been reminded of just how small and young she was. Standing in the doorframe, come to find her brother, afraid. Small arms wrapped around his neck as he'd carried her.
It's Luna who's really been teaching him how to be close to someone this way. Luna, who knows what's so wrong in him and reaches for him anyway, with no reservations, no fright. It's how Peter hugs the younger boy now, not closing himself off at all from him. He know what it is, to need to be held like that. )
We willβ ( He affirms, voice breaking a little at the ends, crumbling inwards. The fact that this crying child, even now, is offering to help him, too... Peter moves a shaky hand up into the back of Falco's hair, gently. The way Luna holds him sometimes, with fingertips gently rubbing soothingly against the scalp, petting gestures. )
Do you want to tell me? Everything thatβ that happened? How it happened? ( He doesn't have to, he doesn't have to say anything more at all. But if he does... Peter will listen. )