[ it's a cowardly move, but no more than a few seconds after he finally meets her eyes again does she then flick her own gaze away, like holding his eye right now is too heavy when there's still so many things left unsaid. it's funny, you'd think the hardest part is over now, but turns out confessing is really just the tip of it. her gaze does fall to his bedroom though, so there's at least a reason for her avoidance. ]

We can lay down and talk, right?

[ yes, talking. that thing they should definitely be doing, even if her biggest desire right now is to kiss him again, to fold herself into the circle of his arms and greedily accept the comfort he's always been so ready to offer her.

quietly, she takes his hand and leads them to his room, like this is her own space already. maybe she's making up for being so reserved by making decisions for them, but peter's well within his rights to put a stop to any of this whenever he wants to. maybe it shouldn't feel so easy to climb into his bed and occupy a space that had once belonged to someone else, to roll onto her side that isn't injured so she can face him, face this, whatever it is they want it to be. well. she knows what she wants, but despite his own confessions she has to wonder if he'd find it worth pursuing anything too serious after... well after all he's been through.

but that's what this talk is for, so she may as well start. ]

I like you too, you know. I... got too distracted to say, but. I like you too. A lot.