[His eyes search Peter's expression for any hint of ridicule, negativity for the situation... A large part of him still blaming himself for the whole war to begin with and looking for someone to blame him for something since no one will openly blame him for losing the Key.
But he finds nothing. Just his husband watching him.]
...No, we haven't. Despite some of our best efforts sometimes... [He sighs softly at that. No blame, no accusation. Just facts. He tugs Peter's hand to him, moving to sit up a little and kiss at the soft skin in the inside of his wrist.]
Was hoping to fix that tonight. If you'd let me. [The way his eyes cut up to watch Peter's face... Leo's nervous. Anxious.]
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But he finds nothing. Just his husband watching him.]
...No, we haven't. Despite some of our best efforts sometimes... [He sighs softly at that. No blame, no accusation. Just facts. He tugs Peter's hand to him, moving to sit up a little and kiss at the soft skin in the inside of his wrist.]
Was hoping to fix that tonight. If you'd let me. [The way his eyes cut up to watch Peter's face... Leo's nervous. Anxious.]