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NOTE: I am forever backtag friendly and absolutely open to doing things from past events that won't really have an effect on things at any given time. For example, if you'd like to do something with Peter aged down or when he was his spider dream guide, etc.

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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. ]

I'm really glad you asked me
It makes me happy

[creidim]

You say that as if it were a bad thing.

[ We're not supposed to be complaining, Peter. Remember? But he's still very much in danger of getting more work set out of this. It depends if Ben's feeling charitable and amused by this.

The jolt is felt, with just enough to question it silently through the connection. Luna holds her breath, listening, feeling — as if trying work out what it is. Had she said something wrong? Overstepped somehow? She waits with quiet apprehension until the gentle ache filters through. It's... a good ache, in a way.

She hadn't said something wrong at all, she realises. But something important. And Luna smiles to herself long before Peter texts her back. ]

Oh, it's alright.

[ To both things, really. ]

Well. It's true. That's how it felt.

You deserve to be happy, you know? You look nice when you're happy.

[ She means that sincerely. Peter... looks nice, anyway. But when he's happy... there's something about it. She still remembers on New Year's Eve, when she'd kissed his cheek and how his expression had changed. There's a way he looks when he's happy, the way his smiles seem to come easier — he seems less troubled. When he can just enjoy something, a moment, for what it is. She'd liked seeing him like that. ]

Do you want to wait for me at the end of school? We can walk to mine together?

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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