[Peter gasps a little, his mouth running a mile a minute ahead of him. He's rolling his hips aggressively back, just enjoying this feeling, this moment.]

When this is over, I want that. I want that with you. A house, flowers, even the stupid picket fence if it means we can have something. We're going to have it, Leo. [He believes in that thought fiercely. Even if his whine deflates some of his fierceness to some degree.]