( It's a deep relief to hear, Peter settling back a little, sitting on the sand. The thought of hurting this boy, somehow, feels so incredibly wrong. Like maybe it's something he's always been afraid of deep down.
He's listening intently to the words, because he doesn't understand and yet it all feels familiar, an odd paradox of sensations. The boy was sad about... leaving. Was Peter sad to see him go....? He thinks maybe he was and swallows, a weird lump swelling up in his throat, like something in him is becoming so painfully aware that there was an amount of time he wasn't with the boy.
The question comes before he can stop it, in a quiet, breathless little sound. )
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He's listening intently to the words, because he doesn't understand and yet it all feels familiar, an odd paradox of sensations. The boy was sad about... leaving. Was Peter sad to see him go....? He thinks maybe he was and swallows, a weird lump swelling up in his throat, like something in him is becoming so painfully aware that there was an amount of time he wasn't with the boy.
The question comes before he can stop it, in a quiet, breathless little sound. )
Is it okay if Iā if I hug you?