Pietro's face twinged a little, and he swallowed down the fear that threatened to boil over, trying to push that possibility from his mind. That hope was all that kept him going, and he thoughts kept turning to horrible dark places as much as he tried to will otherwise.
His father's other clearly peeked his interest, eyes darting up, clear and hopeful, but his face mirroring Erik's uncertainty. He was afraid he'd say the wrong thing and lose the opportunity for good. "If...If you think that's all right, I would like it," he said carefully.