[He argues as if that's a reasonable amount, though he feels the opposite. Looking down at her red face, he brushes his thumb across her cheek and then settles heavily on top of her. Pietro thinks about making a comment on the return of her shyness and the way she had been so bold when she wanted things, but he doesn't. He has no energy for another conversation that goes in circles.]
We will. There are a lot of things we should do again.
[He smirks before kissing her forehead gently, and then rolling off just enough to lie half beside her, but not break the connection of his skin to hers.]
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[He argues as if that's a reasonable amount, though he feels the opposite. Looking down at her red face, he brushes his thumb across her cheek and then settles heavily on top of her. Pietro thinks about making a comment on the return of her shyness and the way she had been so bold when she wanted things, but he doesn't. He has no energy for another conversation that goes in circles.]
We will. There are a lot of things we should do again.
[He smirks before kissing her forehead gently, and then rolling off just enough to lie half beside her, but not break the connection of his skin to hers.]
Happy Birthday.