Won't ever? Also noted. At this rate, I shall have to ask Ben how to save texts.
[ He's rather good with Muggle technology, after all. And yes, this is another thing she is absolutely serious about.
She likes this though, likes this kind of conversation. The way his own amusement and affection rises with the exchange — for a couple of different reasons. It's still strange to know this is directed towards her, but there's a degree of pleasure knowing he feels... happy. Warm. These might be Peter's feelings towards her, but they're just that — Peter's feelings. For a boy filled with so much dread and sorrow, this is good. It suits him. She likes that he's happy.
And then his next messages come through and Luna's quietened for a moment. A bubble of something she's not sure of forms in her chest. She stares down at her phone with wide eyes — even without the need to protect one another, he still wants to. Emotion lurches in her, paired with a sudden shyness — because she knows that this probably won't ever happen back home. Nobody would want to.
But here, Peter accepts her friendship in a way that's never happened to her before. And she feels just that: accepted. Physical closeness out of want rather than need isn't something she's really experienced, after all.
She realises she's been silent a little too long, lost to internal musings. ]
I'm glad you want to, you know. I suppose I just didn't expect that you would, which why I said you didn't have to if you didn't want to.
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[ He's rather good with Muggle technology, after all. And yes, this is another thing she is absolutely serious about.
She likes this though, likes this kind of conversation. The way his own amusement and affection rises with the exchange — for a couple of different reasons. It's still strange to know this is directed towards her, but there's a degree of pleasure knowing he feels... happy. Warm. These might be Peter's feelings towards her, but they're just that — Peter's feelings. For a boy filled with so much dread and sorrow, this is good. It suits him. She likes that he's happy.
And then his next messages come through and Luna's quietened for a moment. A bubble of something she's not sure of forms in her chest. She stares down at her phone with wide eyes — even without the need to protect one another, he still wants to. Emotion lurches in her, paired with a sudden shyness — because she knows that this probably won't ever happen back home. Nobody would want to.
But here, Peter accepts her friendship in a way that's never happened to her before. And she feels just that: accepted. Physical closeness out of want rather than need isn't something she's really experienced, after all.
She realises she's been silent a little too long, lost to internal musings. ]
I'm glad you want to, you know. I suppose I just didn't expect that you would, which why I said you didn't have to if you didn't want to.
But you want to.
[ He wants to. And he liked it. ]
I felt that, too. I felt
quite safe. Yes. Safe. With you.