[Peter runs a hand gently against Leo's shell, just trying to take in this feeling. He's missed this, desperately. The threads grow taut, rippling under the feeling of Leo's electricity.
The question startles Peter. He turns red, but the answer comes immediately. He draws back to just look at Leo, reaching out to hold the turtle's face in his palms.]
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The question startles Peter. He turns red, but the answer comes immediately. He draws back to just look at Leo, reaching out to hold the turtle's face in his palms.]
Yes.