[he knows it's not easy, has never been hopeful enough to think that things between them would be simple, but she makes it easy, easier than it has any right to be, fills his heart with the kind of optimism that he only remembers from his long gone youth. it's a precious rare thing this feeling that grows by the day.] Might want to be careful throwing statements like that around.

[he cautions even as he's leaning in to kiss her forehead, her nose, the corner of her mouth.] Sounds an awful lot like you like me for more than just how I look in spandex.

[it sounds an awful lot like the kind of thing you say to someone you can see yourself loving is what he thinks, but they're not at that point. who knows if they will get there, but like she says they've got plenty of time. plenty of opportunities to make each other even happier.

peter nudges at the bottle still between her legs, before plucking it from her and setting it on his nightstand.]

How's about we save this for when that pizza get here. I know what picture of you I want to take first.