[ she hums in response to his agreement, but decides to leave it at that. she could go on, they could go on, but it's not exactly the mood she wants his camera to immortalize. not even the mood she wants to linger in for too long. she spends more than enough of her own time feeling shitty about her shortcomings, she's definitely not looking to mar her time with peter by doing the same thing.

so she endeavors to focus on the other thing instead. maybe he's just joking, but that he's assuming the two of them would still have feelings for each other even in another universe brings a small smile to her lips, a giddy little thing she has to consciously keep at bay. it's sweet — more than sweet, actually, but right now she can't even begin to articulate how much it really means to her (or rather, she probably can, if she let herself think about it long enough, but a part of her is afraid of what she might find at the end of that road, of what it would mean for the both of them once she can no longer pretend not to notice it).

she rolls onto her side to face him, letting their hands get trapped between the small space she allows between them. inching close enough till their foreheads press again and she can breathe in the soap still lingering on his skin. ]

I have to hope there's some iteration of us that's got their shit together. Bet they're celebrating some cute anniversary or something. Dinner, moonlit walk, some really nasty sex.