[pietro, instead of replying with words, presses a kiss to her forehead. it's aggravating, to think that he can't do more or isn't enough to be at her side here.
a distraction—is that what he is?
just like back in sokovia, leaving here at the church.]
I am older, remember?
[his hand is gentle on the side of her head, bunching up her hair. he's so sorry that he's a distraction to her. he wishes he could sweep the fear and concern from her eyes.]
I can go on my own. You're needed up here.
[—last time he said something like this, he never came back.]
no subject
a distraction—is that what he is?
just like back in sokovia, leaving here at the church.]
I am older, remember?
[his hand is gentle on the side of her head, bunching up her hair. he's so sorry that he's a distraction to her. he wishes he could sweep the fear and concern from her eyes.]
I can go on my own. You're needed up here.
[—last time he said something like this, he never came back.]