they own this town

The corners of Peters lips curled up, a smile in name only. He was glad Rexanna understood, and didn’t say anything. Truthfully, he didn’t think he’d be able to explain himself if she had asked. Then, her hands are smoothing down his arms and she’s offering help, support. There’s a hot prick behind Peters eyes, and he has to blink, has to fight the urge to lean in and hug her. ”I will. I... I don’t need a lot though.” The words are meant to be reassuring, but as soon as they leave his lips Peter knows they will not be taken that way. That they’ll sound like something pitiful. He sucks a sharp breath in through his nose and closes his eyes, like the action will make the words go away. After another long moment of quiet, of stillness, Peter took a step back, into the shadow of the manor. ”I-I should...” He gestures behind him loosely, knowing it’ll get the point across. ”...before someone notices.” He takes another step back, then turns back to look at Rex. It’s not going to be the last time he sees her. But... He takes two steps forward, opening his arms as he goes so he can wrap them around her loosely, hugging her gently. Trying to put as much as he can into the hug, all the things he doesn’t know how to say. That he appreciates her, what she’s done, what she will do. It’s not long enough, and soon he’s stepping back again, unwilling to get too comfortable in any kind of embrace. ”Goodnight Re-Rexanna.” Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good