[There lay no blame there, just Peter watching. Concern for his husband, but nothing genuinely negative.
Peter's lips quirk into a smile at the tug, and the feeling of Leo's lips pressing against the inside of his wrist.
His smile brightens a few more degrees. He moves a little closer to his husband. Affection is easy enough to read on his features as he looks at Leo.] I'd like that, a lot. We deserve that time to ourselves.
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Peter's lips quirk into a smile at the tug, and the feeling of Leo's lips pressing against the inside of his wrist.
His smile brightens a few more degrees. He moves a little closer to his husband. Affection is easy enough to read on his features as he looks at Leo.] I'd like that, a lot. We deserve that time to ourselves.