[He doesn't hesitate for a second, letting go of his pendant and moving to wrap Peter up in a desperate hug. He feels that ninpo even stronger now, want and hope and ...a loss. On both their parts. It only takes a second of having Peter in his arms to know it's right, this feels right, it's supposed to be this.]
[An old muscle, but a familiar one as Leo keeps holding him. Electric blue flying across the threads of Peter's ninpo like they belong there, always have.
It's overwhelming how right it feels, like it shouldn't have been taken away from him to start with. The feelings of that ninpo almost brings tears to his eyes as he buries his face into Peter's shoulder. He takes a shuddering breath, smelling him, feeling him.
What does he say? What does he say to any of this, this feeling of right, of finding that piece that had been a missing gaping hole in his heart all this time?
Best not to think about it. Just go with the first thing he thinks, that's usually right.]
[Peter runs a hand gently against Leo's shell, just trying to take in this feeling. He's missed this, desperately. The threads grow taut, rippling under the feeling of Leo's electricity.
The question startles Peter. He turns red, but the answer comes immediately. He draws back to just look at Leo, reaching out to hold the turtle's face in his palms.]
He's staring at Peter, a vague blurry image in his mind of always being this close to him, always being in his space like this. Of being intimate, of feeling Peter holding his face like this.
He tugs tighter at Peter's ninpo like a lifeline, saving him from drowning in his own thoughts as it catches up.
He is seventeen and he just asked a guy he just met to marry him except they knew each other before and it's all messed up.
His breath comes back to him in a wave and Leo wraps arms around Peter to lift him up and spin him happily.]
[Peter's relaxed in Leo's hold, and Leo is grasping onto that shared ninpo, feeling it pulse out to the rest of their family. He rests his head against Peter's.]
I knew- I knew you were out there, you had to be, I looked everywhere. I love you too.
[He closes his eyes tightly. Grief and joy side by side feels strange, and jarring. Peter can't quite pinpoint where one ends and the other begins.] I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I thought, I thought I was doing the right thing.
[Like a child looking for a lost something, or a man looking for his missing hope. Leo knew there was something at the end of that pulse if he could have just gotten to it.
His memories start to come in gentle waves, soft and slow was it washes up then back out with the tide. Just barely anything until it washes up again and fills in the picture a little more. It'll take time. It'll take a lot of time and patience for Leo to remember everything, but he remembers Peter's face now. His laugh when he's told a really bad joke that no one else should have laughed at.]
I'm- I'm not leaving you alone. Okay? You're, you're stuck with me.
Please, don't leave me alone. [He practically begs the other teenager that much. The thought of going back to his apartment alone feels like a blow. Peter can't handle that right now.]
I won't. You've got me, and the guys- You've got all of us.
[He finally sets Peter down properly, taking a second to breathe him in and tuck his head against Leo's.
Only then does it really register what exactly he asked. His whole face burns with embarrassment and maybe Peter will just accept he was emotional in the moment - but maybe. He kind of did mean that question too.]
[Peter just holds onto Leo, resting a hand against the edge of his shell next to his neck. He wants to kiss the turtle, very badly, but is holding himself back.]
I- I think we'd have to explain to your family who I am first, Leo. I dunno- if they'd be okay with me just showing up.
[Said too fast before Peter even finished what he was saying. But Leo's sure of it. They all felt that hollow missing in their chests, they'll understand this. He keeps clinging to Peter, like if he lets go he'll disappear again. He couldn't bear that.]
[His heart does little flips and leaps at that affection, clinging tighter before loosening his grip.]
I... They probably know something's up right now, but. Y-yeah. Sure.
[He wants to bring Peter home now, but. It probably is smarter to regroup first. Figure out what to say, let the emotions overwhelming him simmer a bit.]
[Barely remembering the guy for five seconds and already wanting to smother him in affection. Peter missed this, right?
But he looks at Peter's hand, then at his own. No disguise brooch, and no actual disguise more than a hoodie right now. That... Probably isn't the best to walk around in.]
Yeah, that'd be a good idea. I'd switch to my suit, but- I don't have it on me right now. [He made a point to have one afternoon to not be ready to fight crime. Just one.]
[Just!! Enamored by this, by feeling that lost bit of ninpo fitting itself against Leo's and the Hamatos' like it never left. He squeezes Peter's hand as they go.]
I- I dunno if I'll remember everything but. 'm glad I found you.
My spider-man suit, I mean- I was trying to just be Peter today. [Leo is cute, so cute. All Peter wants to do is kiss his boyfriend. For now, he holds onto Leo's hand, gently tugging him along the alley in the direction of his apartment.]
[Leo really really wants to kiss him right now. But they just met? But they've known each other for much longer apparently. It's hard to really tell, everything's all messed up.]
Oh. Right, duh of course.
I- I was going to keep looking no matter what. I would've found you eventually. [Squeezes his hand while they walk.]
Doctor... Strange. [Chuckles a little under his breath.] Goofy name.
[But he keeps himself between Peter and any building they walk past, hood up and head down, but still holding tight to his hand. But that expression is everything to him, slowly filling in another small gap of his memory.]
I guess our magic is stronger than his. [He squeezes Leo's hand again as they walk, just happy to have him here. It's taking an effort to not just kiss him again.
The walk takes them into a less than great neighborhood. Peter's posture shifts into something a little more defensive, smaller as he pulls Leo along towards a run-down looking apartment complex.
He leads his boyfriend inside, up the cramped dirty stairwell to an apartment. He only lets go of Leo to flip open his bag, fishing out his keys to unlock the door to his home.
He pauses to test the door warily, sighing when he realizes it just swings open. Upon closer inspection, the lock is broken clean off.] Great, again. Okay.
[He steps forward into the apartment, wary of anyone else being here, but it is empty. Things have just been turned over in the break-in.]
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It's an old muscle he hasn't flexed in a year, but his connection to Leo's ninpo is alive, light with magic as it reaches out.]
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It's overwhelming how right it feels, like it shouldn't have been taken away from him to start with. The feelings of that ninpo almost brings tears to his eyes as he buries his face into Peter's shoulder. He takes a shuddering breath, smelling him, feeling him.
What does he say? What does he say to any of this, this feeling of right, of finding that piece that had been a missing gaping hole in his heart all this time?
Best not to think about it. Just go with the first thing he thinks, that's usually right.]
Will you marry me?
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The question startles Peter. He turns red, but the answer comes immediately. He draws back to just look at Leo, reaching out to hold the turtle's face in his palms.]
Yes.
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He's staring at Peter, a vague blurry image in his mind of always being this close to him, always being in his space like this. Of being intimate, of feeling Peter holding his face like this.
He tugs tighter at Peter's ninpo like a lifeline, saving him from drowning in his own thoughts as it catches up.
He is seventeen and he just asked a guy he just met to marry him except they knew each other before and it's all messed up.
His breath comes back to him in a wave and Leo wraps arms around Peter to lift him up and spin him happily.]
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He's relaxed in Leo's hold, happy. The connection of their shared ninpo is flooded with affection, love, safety.]
I love you, I love you- [He starts tearing up a little, but it is happy tears.]
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I knew- I knew you were out there, you had to be, I looked everywhere. I love you too.
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I missed you, I missed you so much.
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[Like a child looking for a lost something, or a man looking for his missing hope. Leo knew there was something at the end of that pulse if he could have just gotten to it.
His memories start to come in gentle waves, soft and slow was it washes up then back out with the tide. Just barely anything until it washes up again and fills in the picture a little more. It'll take time. It'll take a lot of time and patience for Leo to remember everything, but he remembers Peter's face now. His laugh when he's told a really bad joke that no one else should have laughed at.]
I'm- I'm not leaving you alone. Okay? You're, you're stuck with me.
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I'm... I'm so tired of being alone.
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[He finally sets Peter down properly, taking a second to breathe him in and tuck his head against Leo's.
Only then does it really register what exactly he asked. His whole face burns with embarrassment and maybe Peter will just accept he was emotional in the moment - but maybe. He kind of did mean that question too.]
Come on. Come home.
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I- I think we'd have to explain to your family who I am first, Leo. I dunno- if they'd be okay with me just showing up.
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[Said too fast before Peter even finished what he was saying. But Leo's sure of it. They all felt that hollow missing in their chests, they'll understand this. He keeps clinging to Peter, like if he lets go he'll disappear again. He couldn't bear that.]
They'll- They'll get it.
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Lets... let's go to my apartment for a bit, so we can call them and regroup?
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I... They probably know something's up right now, but. Y-yeah. Sure.
[He wants to bring Peter home now, but. It probably is smarter to regroup first. Figure out what to say, let the emotions overwhelming him simmer a bit.]
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It'll help for both of us to have our heads together. Since I just... really wanna kiss you right now, but that's not gonna make it easier to explain.
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[Barely remembering the guy for five seconds and already wanting to smother him in affection. Peter missed this, right?
But he looks at Peter's hand, then at his own. No disguise brooch, and no actual disguise more than a hoodie right now. That... Probably isn't the best to walk around in.]
...Stick to back alleys where we can?
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[Just!! Enamored by this, by feeling that lost bit of ninpo fitting itself against Leo's and the Hamatos' like it never left. He squeezes Peter's hand as they go.]
I- I dunno if I'll remember everything but. 'm glad I found you.
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I'm glad you found me too, I missed you.
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Oh. Right, duh of course.
I- I was going to keep looking no matter what. I would've found you eventually. [Squeezes his hand while they walk.]
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He leads the way, keeping them out of sight best he can.] I guess whatever Doctor Strange did, it was... just never going to stick for us.
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[But he keeps himself between Peter and any building they walk past, hood up and head down, but still holding tight to his hand. But that expression is everything to him, slowly filling in another small gap of his memory.]
But no, it's us. It was never gonna stick.
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The walk takes them into a less than great neighborhood. Peter's posture shifts into something a little more defensive, smaller as he pulls Leo along towards a run-down looking apartment complex.
He leads his boyfriend inside, up the cramped dirty stairwell to an apartment. He only lets go of Leo to flip open his bag, fishing out his keys to unlock the door to his home.
He pauses to test the door warily, sighing when he realizes it just swings open. Upon closer inspection, the lock is broken clean off.] Great, again. Okay.
[He steps forward into the apartment, wary of anyone else being here, but it is empty. Things have just been turned over in the break-in.]
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