( Peter tenses at first when Jemma's arm goes around him. Part of him thinks about just running really fucking far, but the other part can't- doesn't. He lifts his arms slowly until they wrap around her, and his expression crumples against her hair where she can't see. When he speaks, his voice is low and tired. A hint of a joke within the tone, more than a hint of an acknowledgement of all she's had to go through lately. )
( It'd been much longer than that. Bonnie leaving. Was that the start? There was Faith dying. There- There's been a lot. He pulls back when he can trust his expression to be calmer than he feels. )
Thanks, Jemma. ( He means that. She didn't have to come out here, and- ) Like I said, take care of him and you, okay?
( It's said quietly before he slips his hands into his pockets and heads in. to the mansion. to his room. )
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Rough couple of months, huh?
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You joined this program already in progress, I'm afraid.
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Thanks, Jemma. ( He means that. She didn't have to come out here, and- ) Like I said, take care of him and you, okay?
( It's said quietly before he slips his hands into his pockets and heads in. to the mansion. to his room. )