[Peter's hand finds a spot against Leo's shell, lazily rubbing circles against the surface. He reaches out with his own magic again, his web knitting with Leo's own magic. He can feel the empty space his magic used to occupy.

He presses a kiss against the underside of Leo's jaw, against his neck, his shoulder, just giving him attention.]

It sounds... so nice. Peaceful. [Beyond whatever his husband has been doing to make Peter come back from the dead.] We deserve this peace, this safety. I'm glad Casey is still with you. I know he loves you, Leo.