[Pietro had been right after all, and he makes a quick 'hm' noise in a tone like he absolutely knew it and is somehow mocking her for being that predictable. He props himself up on his elbows, but has to squirm again as she digs her fingers into his foot. He sighs in annoyance, mostly tolerating it and not immediately complaining, because he has something important to say here.]
I always wish for that.
[The words are quieter and soft, with deeper meaning behind them. It makes him uncomfortable, the feelings that threaten to flood his chest at his admission, so he wiggles his toes at her for a distraction.]
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I always wish for that.
[The words are quieter and soft, with deeper meaning behind them. It makes him uncomfortable, the feelings that threaten to flood his chest at his admission, so he wiggles his toes at her for a distraction.]
Not this part.