( at least he isn't too proud to submit to the very thorough hug she'd planned for him. she can feel his heartbeat thrumming against her chest, racing like a terrified rabbit, and sarra rubs her hand over his back in comforting circles. )
Your sense of what constitutes as trouble is kind of fucked, Peter, ( she says eventually, leaning her forehead into the kiss and then taking a step back to examine him more thoroughly. )
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Your sense of what constitutes as trouble is kind of fucked, Peter, ( she says eventually, leaning her forehead into the kiss and then taking a step back to examine him more thoroughly. )
Any injuries I need to see to?