[He knows his husband well enough, knows what they would've wanted in some other version of events. Leo rests his hand gently over Peter's checking the injury and leans down to kiss the corner of his lips.]
[Now that the whole project's completed, he's determined Fitzberg and his group are leaving in the next few days, and Peter's out of the infirmary, it's easier to relax a little. He chirps happily into the touch, nuzzling into his cheek.]
We will. It'll be great. Murals of our favorite stops all over.
We're going to keep Mikey very busy painting when all of this is over. [Peter draws his hand away from Leo's cheek after a moment to pat the bed next to him.]
C'mere. I think we both need a cuddle. [He is going to hold this turtle, just watch.]
[It's light and easy because he can be now. He doesn't know if he'll tell Peter what happened while he was asleep, not the full details. Peter doesn't need to know what such a lowlife thinks of him.
He climbs onto the oversized mattress next to Peter and wraps an arm around him to tug him close.]
Mm. Gotta get this bed smelling like us. Doesn't smell right yet.
Given Mikey did all of this, yes, we're going to keep him distracted by a lot. [He answers easily in turn, delighted as his husband joins him on the bed.
The brunette readily cuddles into his husband, slotting himself against Leo's body. He knows the dips, valleys and curves of his spouse and just how he fits against him.]
[Peter draws one of Leo's hands up to his mouth, lightly kissing the mutant's knuckles. He opens the connection between their ninpo, the warmth of his love and adoration rolling over both of them.]
[He can. He can feel that and he wants to cherish it, hold it close and then share it with the colony because everyone should feel this kind of surety.]
In the meantime... [He rolls onto his back, looking up at the ceiling, the darker cloud mural spotted with the pinprick lights of fake stars.] I think this was a success.
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Yeah. All of us.
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This is home too, this is our space now. After the war is over, we'll... make it even better. Make our own space above ground.
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We will. It'll be great. Murals of our favorite stops all over.
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C'mere. I think we both need a cuddle. [He is going to hold this turtle, just watch.]
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[It's light and easy because he can be now. He doesn't know if he'll tell Peter what happened while he was asleep, not the full details. Peter doesn't need to know what such a lowlife thinks of him.
He climbs onto the oversized mattress next to Peter and wraps an arm around him to tug him close.]
Mm. Gotta get this bed smelling like us. Doesn't smell right yet.
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The brunette readily cuddles into his husband, slotting himself against Leo's body. He knows the dips, valleys and curves of his spouse and just how he fits against him.]
It'll take a little work, but we'll manage it.
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[He holds Peter as close as he feels comfortable not hurting him more. Enjoying feeling him safe, alive and knowing Leo made him happy with this.]
We will because you're our hope. My hope.
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You're their hope too, Leo. You're my hope.
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We'll get the world back.
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It's a matter of time. We'll make things safe again. [Leo can likely feel Peter's genuine belief in that sentiment soaking through their connection.]
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In the meantime... [He rolls onto his back, looking up at the ceiling, the darker cloud mural spotted with the pinprick lights of fake stars.] I think this was a success.