"Okay. I won't murder him. But I can't promise not to punch him in his big, dumb, stupid face," Daniel said with a huff. He wasn't sure he would be able to actually murder anyone anyway. But it didn't mean that he didn't want Dutch to pay for what he had done.
He cradled Peter's face between his hands and kissed him again. And again. And once more for luck. "We should get going, huh?"