[Leo wants to be careful here. He's always so hyperaware of everyone around them - while he knows and his family know how close he and Peter have always been, even before dating, even before marriage and the war, he's not so ignorant to think other humans around the base don't look at him like... Well. Like some giant turtle monster demon that's been keeping the polite, well-mannered, kind sweet Commander Parker to himself for probably dastardly reasons, to ravage and keep to himself. They can think whatever, but Leo tries to make sure it's clear he and Peter are on even ground here, fully understanding where they're at together. Humans just get real weird sometimes about anything different. He's known it all his life, and he tried not to let it bother him much. It's why Peter was so special. Peter never looked at the Hamatos like that.
But sometimes, in moments like this, if he were to look from the outside in, he could probably see it. The way his plastron is made for this positioning, the way Peter bends for him and relaxes for him. Leo rests a hand over Peter's on the bed.]
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But sometimes, in moments like this, if he were to look from the outside in, he could probably see it. The way his plastron is made for this positioning, the way Peter bends for him and relaxes for him. Leo rests a hand over Peter's on the bed.]
How many rounds d'you wanna go?