( Peter certainly isn't a stranger to guilt, but this one is... a little different, the shape of it. Sort of hard to exactly pinpoint in the moment, and maybe later when his mind is more clear, he'll understand. He knows he forgets things, and some of it is because he can barely keep track of what day it is when his mind is a confused dreamlike blend half the time, never fully his own. And admittedly, some of it is that Peter simply is a bit negligent with keeping up with things.
But forgetting certain things feels... weird. Wrong. He doesn't want to be like his parents — so distant from one another. Not warm. He can't remember the last time they even mentioned things like anniversaries; over time things like that had just faded away. He doesn't want to seem.... uncaring, cold, detached. Doesn't want to seem like this part of life that he and Luna get to share with one another (something so normal in the middle of everything that isn't) isn't special. Sometimes it's hard to pay as much direct focus to it, to being a young person in his first serious relationship, being with his first love. The life they live is difficult to find quiet moments of normalcy in, and really, a huge part of their relationship itself is rooted in the atypical.
But these kinds of things are still important. And it's a sobering realisation; he and Luna have been an item for a year. It's something he once thought he could never have with her, and now.... now it's something he thinks he could never be without.
He looks over at her in his upset, but it's a quiet one, hazy. She's right, of course; a lot has happened. Peter nods, his own fingertips lightly brushing against her hair, watching her watch him, eyes softening, fond. He doesn't want to be... lacking, when it comes to this. He's never been enough in any capacity, but he wants to be, for her. He wants her to know every second of every day how much he loves her, how much he wants this with her.
'I just like that I got to be with you.'
Aaaand there it is. The Luna Statement that completely floors him, in its gentle way. Something to immediately quiet the whispers of doubt and guilt, and Peter's eyelashes flutter a couple of times, a little smile breaking through the frown. In his glossy lull, he tips his head against hers again and brushes his mouth against her hand, words coming slow and quiet. )
Me too. That's all I want. ( Being with her is enough; it's always been. And they have the entire day to spend, being lazy and doing nothing together (...and lazing away their extreme highs.) It sounds like a nice way to spend an anniversary, and Peter's smile grows, slow and lazy. )
You wanna go home? We can.... eat a lot, and not move.
possible wrap!
But forgetting certain things feels... weird. Wrong. He doesn't want to be like his parents — so distant from one another. Not warm. He can't remember the last time they even mentioned things like anniversaries; over time things like that had just faded away. He doesn't want to seem.... uncaring, cold, detached. Doesn't want to seem like this part of life that he and Luna get to share with one another (something so normal in the middle of everything that isn't) isn't special. Sometimes it's hard to pay as much direct focus to it, to being a young person in his first serious relationship, being with his first love. The life they live is difficult to find quiet moments of normalcy in, and really, a huge part of their relationship itself is rooted in the atypical.
But these kinds of things are still important. And it's a sobering realisation; he and Luna have been an item for a year. It's something he once thought he could never have with her, and now.... now it's something he thinks he could never be without.
He looks over at her in his upset, but it's a quiet one, hazy. She's right, of course; a lot has happened. Peter nods, his own fingertips lightly brushing against her hair, watching her watch him, eyes softening, fond. He doesn't want to be... lacking, when it comes to this. He's never been enough in any capacity, but he wants to be, for her. He wants her to know every second of every day how much he loves her, how much he wants this with her.
'I just like that I got to be with you.'
Aaaand there it is. The Luna Statement that completely floors him, in its gentle way. Something to immediately quiet the whispers of doubt and guilt, and Peter's eyelashes flutter a couple of times, a little smile breaking through the frown. In his glossy lull, he tips his head against hers again and brushes his mouth against her hand, words coming slow and quiet. )
Me too. That's all I want. ( Being with her is enough; it's always been. And they have the entire day to spend, being lazy and doing nothing together (...and lazing away their extreme highs.) It sounds like a nice way to spend an anniversary, and Peter's smile grows, slow and lazy. )
You wanna go home? We can.... eat a lot, and not move.