Do you think that'd do the trick? [He chuckles softly, Peter warm and tight around him still. He's going to remember this for a long time. For now, he thumbs idle patterns against Peter's arm, his side. Soaking up his warmth now that his own is dissipating a bit and he feels chilled.]
...Yeah. It'll be great, we'll do whatever we want.
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...Yeah. It'll be great, we'll do whatever we want.