Look.... Okay, I got nothing But if I was as smart as you, I'd probably like schoolwork more too
[ There's a compliment there towards her, a thing that outweighs his gentle teasing of the situation. There could also be some self-deprecation there, but... his words actually aren't rooted in that, this time. That fondness simply blossoms again, feather-soft and light and happy. She's the brightest in their class, Peter's sure of it, and he's warmed by complimenting Luna.
Once again, her very simplistic, to-the-point manner of wording things has him pausing to reflect on his own feelings. Seeing hers laid out so clearly — 'It's true; that's how it felt'.... just the fact she can say that, that it's how she felt... it helps him. Helps unravel his own feelings. He hides his so much, has learned how to do that, how to swallow feelings and emotions and numb himself that way — around her, he can... let himself feel, too.
And it really is a sweep of self-deprecation there when told he deserves to be happy. Peter truly doesn't believe that, but he... does believe that Luna genuinely thinks he does, and the ache in his chest softens. He dips his eyes shyly, even if she's not even there to see him in the moment. ]
You look nice when you're happy, too You look a little bit surprised when you are Like you're feeling it just as new each time? It's really nice Like being free
[ He'd never have been able to tell someone things like that in the past. Peter's shyness flutters again, but he thinks maybe it's okay that it's there. It's not unpleasant — she's asking him if he wants to walk together after school, and the timidity isn't unpleasant. He's excited too, and lets himself feel that just as much, a sort of pleasant little squirming in his gut. ]
Definitely! I'm looking forward to it I'll see you soon, Luna
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But if I was as smart as you, I'd probably like schoolwork more too
[ There's a compliment there towards her, a thing that outweighs his gentle teasing of the situation. There could also be some self-deprecation there, but... his words actually aren't rooted in that, this time. That fondness simply blossoms again, feather-soft and light and happy. She's the brightest in their class, Peter's sure of it, and he's warmed by complimenting Luna.
Once again, her very simplistic, to-the-point manner of wording things has him pausing to reflect on his own feelings. Seeing hers laid out so clearly — 'It's true; that's how it felt'.... just the fact she can say that, that it's how she felt... it helps him. Helps unravel his own feelings. He hides his so much, has learned how to do that, how to swallow feelings and emotions and numb himself that way — around her, he can... let himself feel, too.
And it really is a sweep of self-deprecation there when told he deserves to be happy. Peter truly doesn't believe that, but he... does believe that Luna genuinely thinks he does, and the ache in his chest softens. He dips his eyes shyly, even if she's not even there to see him in the moment. ]
You look nice when you're happy, too
You look a little bit surprised when you are
Like you're
feeling it just as new each time?
It's really nice
Like being free
[ He'd never have been able to tell someone things like that in the past. Peter's shyness flutters again, but he thinks maybe it's okay that it's there. It's not unpleasant — she's asking him if he wants to walk together after school, and the timidity isn't unpleasant. He's excited too, and lets himself feel that just as much, a sort of pleasant little squirming in his gut. ]
Definitely!
I'm looking forward to it
I'll see you soon, Luna