Peter tilted his head up, exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the darkness above her head. She was close, now. Really close.
Close enough that, had this been their first meeting, knowing that she was upir, Peter might have worried.
As it was, he had a gorgeous girl practically climbing into his lap, looking up at him. Wide-eyed and sweet, the humanity flowing back into her face.
And then away once more, as she pulled back. Peter shook his head, reaching up to unclasp the necklace.
"It's okay," he murmured, entirely truthfully. He handed the necklace over, as much to see if that softness came back as anything else.
"Yeah, I - he left it to me." Not explicitly, perhaps, but there hadn't been much family to squabble over his few possessions, and Vincent and Lynda had known without even saying which pieces were Peter's.