But Chris could promise all he liked, and Peter would still be inclined to only half believe it. Still, he made a point of nodding and spreading his arms out in a placating gesture.
Perhaps a hand span or so of space divided them on the couch, the gap disappearing when Peter leaned forward to set his glass down. Right on a stack of papers. His thigh pressed up against Chris's, he ducked in and draped one warm hand over the nape of his neck. Brought his face in close and bumped their foreheads together, like that night in the sewers.
"Always so hard working," he murmured. "But thank you for the compliment." He squeezed, gentle as you please. "But what makes you think I'll put a single toe out of line? Maybe I've learned my lesson."
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But Chris could promise all he liked, and Peter would still be inclined to only half believe it. Still, he made a point of nodding and spreading his arms out in a placating gesture.
Perhaps a hand span or so of space divided them on the couch, the gap disappearing when Peter leaned forward to set his glass down. Right on a stack of papers. His thigh pressed up against Chris's, he ducked in and draped one warm hand over the nape of his neck. Brought his face in close and bumped their foreheads together, like that night in the sewers.
"Always so hard working," he murmured. "But thank you for the compliment." He squeezed, gentle as you please. "But what makes you think I'll put a single toe out of line? Maybe I've learned my lesson."