[An old muscle, but a familiar one as Leo keeps holding him. Electric blue flying across the threads of Peter's ninpo like they belong there, always have.
It's overwhelming how right it feels, like it shouldn't have been taken away from him to start with. The feelings of that ninpo almost brings tears to his eyes as he buries his face into Peter's shoulder. He takes a shuddering breath, smelling him, feeling him.
What does he say? What does he say to any of this, this feeling of right, of finding that piece that had been a missing gaping hole in his heart all this time?
Best not to think about it. Just go with the first thing he thinks, that's usually right.]
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It's overwhelming how right it feels, like it shouldn't have been taken away from him to start with. The feelings of that ninpo almost brings tears to his eyes as he buries his face into Peter's shoulder. He takes a shuddering breath, smelling him, feeling him.
What does he say? What does he say to any of this, this feeling of right, of finding that piece that had been a missing gaping hole in his heart all this time?
Best not to think about it. Just go with the first thing he thinks, that's usually right.]
Will you marry me?