Carl held tight to Peter's hand, more than a little possessively, and squeezed it while they walked. He knew that it was supposed to be a secret, understood why, and didn't dispute it (after all, he was working his hardest on not hurting the people he loved most), but he couldn't help wanting to tell the whole world that Peter was, at least partially, his. Sensing discomfort, he managed to refrain from kissing Peter's cheek, and instead remarked, "I wish we could pull off a holiday."