[ There's a lengthy pause on Peter's end, as he scowls up at the ceiling.
But eventually he heaves out a sigh, rubbing at his eyes. ]
She's not the talking type. [ Apparently Peter's giving up on being so insistent about the lie. ] And she's especially not the cuddling type.
[ not... really, anyway. At least, not in the way Peter would categorize as cuddling. Sitting hip to hip on the couch as they eat dinner and stealing bites from each other's plates probably doesn't count, right? ]
The last time the topic got brought up, it turned into a gigantic argument. [ A pause, and he adds with a bit of forced levity, ] And by gigantic, I'm talking planet-destroying gigantic.
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But eventually he heaves out a sigh, rubbing at his eyes. ]
She's not the talking type. [ Apparently Peter's giving up on being so insistent about the lie. ] And she's especially not the cuddling type.
[ not... really, anyway. At least, not in the way Peter would categorize as cuddling. Sitting hip to hip on the couch as they eat dinner and stealing bites from each other's plates probably doesn't count, right? ]
The last time the topic got brought up, it turned into a gigantic argument. [ A pause, and he adds with a bit of forced levity, ] And by gigantic, I'm talking planet-destroying gigantic.