I'll never be sick of you. You're everything I want. [Peter knows Leo is attempting to joke, but he answers with easy conviction. A reassurance both of them probably need.
This was supposed to be fun. Peter just ruined it by getting too excited at even a hint of privacy. If he just stuck to one thing, they could have had a better time.
He grabs his pants, sliding into them with relative ease. He slides into his boots, lacing them up quickly. He grabs his mask, tugging it on as well to hide his expression. Leo can mask his feelings better than Peter can. The lenses of his mask begin blinking alongside his own once they sense his eyes behind them.
Peter turns his attention toward the door. His voice firm, leaving no room for argument.]
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This was supposed to be fun. Peter just ruined it by getting too excited at even a hint of privacy. If he just stuck to one thing, they could have had a better time.
He grabs his pants, sliding into them with relative ease. He slides into his boots, lacing them up quickly. He grabs his mask, tugging it on as well to hide his expression. Leo can mask his feelings better than Peter can. The lenses of his mask begin blinking alongside his own once they sense his eyes behind them.
Peter turns his attention toward the door. His voice firm, leaving no room for argument.]
We'll be there in a minute. Don't wait for us.