[ Claire thinks that she can hear the movement of skin and air against the communicator, can imagine his head dipping in that way it does, confirmation, and she pushes her own blonde hair back from her face where it's fallen down around her ears, enclosing her and his voice in this tiny world while she sits cross-legged on her cot. ]
I'll talk to you soon, Peter. [ Ever-present warmth, there, in her voice. It doesn't matter. She can't stay angry or upset or frustrated or anything that doesn't involve putting half of who she is into loving him. He's Peter. ] Bye.
[ Every ounce of Peter is one that doesn't want to break Claire more than he possibly has to. Which is none at all if he's thinking about it - he shouldn't have to break her at all and so he tries his hardest not to. By covering it all up and trying to be someone he isn't while trying to be everything he possibly can be for her. It mixes it all up into something indistinguishable, but it's what they have and it's whats important.
It's them. And it's all he has; her warmth and the way she easily slips into this thing that only exists in the world they've created. ]
Bye, Claire. [ There's only a momentary pause before Peter finally turns his communicator off and pockets it, heading out on his way. ]
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I'll talk to you soon, Peter. [ Ever-present warmth, there, in her voice. It doesn't matter. She can't stay angry or upset or frustrated or anything that doesn't involve putting half of who she is into loving him. He's Peter. ] Bye.
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It's them. And it's all he has; her warmth and the way she easily slips into this thing that only exists in the world they've created. ]
Bye, Claire. [ There's only a momentary pause before Peter finally turns his communicator off and pockets it, heading out on his way. ]