[Peter holds his gaze, still stubbornly set on his choice. Leo diverting his gaze upwards just adds to the frustration.
He doesn't want to fight right now. He really doesn't. This is supposed to be a happy moment. Relief that Leo is going to get better.
Instead they're fighting. He wants to yell so badly, remind his husband, you would do the same damn thing if our positions were reversed, but he doesn't.
He does what he always does, he caves in. Just cover his face with his hands.] I'm sorry. I wanted to help.
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He doesn't want to fight right now. He really doesn't. This is supposed to be a happy moment. Relief that Leo is going to get better.
Instead they're fighting. He wants to yell so badly, remind his husband, you would do the same damn thing if our positions were reversed, but he doesn't.
He does what he always does, he caves in. Just cover his face with his hands.] I'm sorry. I wanted to help.