Peter Parker & Klara
Peter honestly didn't know where to start. The fact that Valkyrie would probably give him grief about this for the rest of his life? How absolutely adorable Aragorn looked all festive and dressed up?
Or how incredibly touched he was that Klara had done this for him. Mostly that, really.
He was, for the first time in probably his entire life, completely speechless. He looked back and forth between the woman who would probably deny their friendship if asked, even though he knew better, the pegasus who he was selfishly glad was set aside for just him, and the girl who had come along and stolen his heart. Which, of course, probably made him a cheating bastard.
The Dome made life complicated.
Finally he stepped forward, shooting Valkyrie a look that dared her to say anything snarky, before focusing on the beautiful white winged horse. "Hi, handsome. Don't you look extra special tonight? Isn't pulling a sleigh a bit beneath you, though?" Still, he stroked the pegasus' mane and neck, finally scratching that spot behind his ears. "You two are ridiculous, you know," he finally said, turning his face towards Klara's direction.