[Every motion peter makes, every half-aborted phrase or sentence, Leo soaks up just happy that he has Peter back. He buries his face in Peter's curls again to breathe him in. Calm his own nerves for a few moments.]
Yeah. It's... It's definitely a pants conversation. I've got you.
[He doesn't wait a second to lift Peter in his arms, carefully around his back and under his knees. The basement is dark and cluttered, things having been strewn around both by the spell itself, and Leo's own frustrations when the previous attempts didn't work. But he's kept the light dimmed so if Peter can see anything... it isn't much. The stairs go up to a kitchen, dimly light with a few lamps but spacious and open, exactly what they had talked about for the years they fought in the war together. The whole place is like this: open floor plans, with everything they had talked about ever wanting. They could have that now, complete with Peter's meager things he left behind carefully placed as Leo carries him upstairs another floor to his - their - bedroom and onto the bed.]
I still have clean clothes for you, just - Gimme a sec.
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Yeah. It's... It's definitely a pants conversation. I've got you.
[He doesn't wait a second to lift Peter in his arms, carefully around his back and under his knees. The basement is dark and cluttered, things having been strewn around both by the spell itself, and Leo's own frustrations when the previous attempts didn't work. But he's kept the light dimmed so if Peter can see anything... it isn't much. The stairs go up to a kitchen, dimly light with a few lamps but spacious and open, exactly what they had talked about for the years they fought in the war together. The whole place is like this: open floor plans, with everything they had talked about ever wanting. They could have that now, complete with Peter's meager things he left behind carefully placed as Leo carries him upstairs another floor to his - their - bedroom and onto the bed.]
I still have clean clothes for you, just - Gimme a sec.