Oh no.... Ben definitely doesn't need to know anything about this conversation He'll make me do extra work
[ Somewhere along the way, he's become close enough with them, to joke, to tease, to feel.... so at ease. Ben. Luna. They're both so, so very important to him, and Peter's smile is more relaxed, more goofy, than it usually is. The emotions between them, the things he's able to pick up on from Luna, float in and press softly against him from the inside, and it's comforting.
That next bit though... There's a jolt through Peter, one she might be able to feel. It might almost feel unpleasant at first — something that reels him just a bit. Softly. Not violent, not harsh. Just this deep-rooted thing that catches him off-guard.
'Safe. With you.'
Peter's lashes flutter, mouth parting slightly where he sits on his bed, Fluid in his hand. There's a flicker of darker things: apprehension, doubt. His heart skips a beat, it remembers— what he's done. The blood of his sister on his hands. An echo of fear breathes from Peter; she shouldn't feel safe with him. No one should.
....But. He rereads the words, the way Luna seems to be... sounding them out, making sense of things as she says it, displaying them so clearly, lucidly. His heart is afraid, but it's also... touched. It aches softly, not wholly unpleasant. A small lump settles in his throat as he types back, his heart opening up for her what it really wants to say to that. ]
Thank you, Luna No one's ever really said that to me before
I'm sorry you didn't expect that I'd want to
[ He's thinking back to that bit of nervousness he'd felt from her, and it makes him feel a little pang that she'd ever have to think something like that. ]
no subject
He'll make me do extra work
[ Somewhere along the way, he's become close enough with them, to joke, to tease, to feel.... so at ease. Ben. Luna. They're both so, so very important to him, and Peter's smile is more relaxed, more goofy, than it usually is. The emotions between them, the things he's able to pick up on from Luna, float in and press softly against him from the inside, and it's comforting.
That next bit though... There's a jolt through Peter, one she might be able to feel. It might almost feel unpleasant at first — something that reels him just a bit. Softly. Not violent, not harsh. Just this deep-rooted thing that catches him off-guard.
'Safe. With you.'
Peter's lashes flutter, mouth parting slightly where he sits on his bed, Fluid in his hand. There's a flicker of darker things: apprehension, doubt. His heart skips a beat, it remembers— what he's done. The blood of his sister on his hands. An echo of fear breathes from Peter; she shouldn't feel safe with him. No one should.
....But. He rereads the words, the way Luna seems to be... sounding them out, making sense of things as she says it, displaying them so clearly, lucidly. His heart is afraid, but it's also... touched. It aches softly, not wholly unpleasant. A small lump settles in his throat as he types back, his heart opening up for her what it really wants to say to that. ]
Thank you, Luna
No one's ever really said that to me before
I'm sorry you didn't expect that I'd want to
[ He's thinking back to that bit of nervousness he'd felt from her, and it makes him feel a little pang that she'd ever have to think something like that. ]
I'm really glad you asked me
It makes me happy