[Leo immediately squeezes his hand. No questions asked, just smiling up at Peter now.]

I think you'd wake up, put on that suit, and do what has to be done. Because you bring hope to everyone. Including me. But you'd be just as right to throw the suit out and call it. Whatever you need to do for you.

[He kisses the back of his hand, feeling how warm Peter feels against his skin-scales, his own fingers rough and calloused from handling weapons nonstop. He rubs his fingertips in circles against Peter's palm feeling it, how small his hand always feels in Leo's.]