[Peter draws back enough, so he can just settle down against Leo's side with his remaining arm.] Here. Like this.

[He doesn't care if the medbay staff yell at him for laying down with his husband.]

We're going to have to figure out this, too. Adjust to a whole new arm and how we'll fit together with it.

[He just wants to burrow into his husband desperately, but ends up just laying against him lightly, carefully. Worried about crowding him.]

I just know, we're always going to fit together.