Peter B | Claire
"I am too," Peter agreed, because well - he was, he was sorry it happened the way it had, and maybe if Bobby had still been around they could have a talk about it all, about Peter wanting more, or Bobby wanting something that Peter couldn't give, but they didn't get that chance, Bobby was just gone. And Peter was sorry about that.
He huffed softly as she rolled her eyes at him, but survival was kind of where he was at a lot of the time. "Seems to be the kind of advice most people are looking for around here." He admitted, himself included. The chance to live for where they were and not what they'd been taken from. "I dunno, I think that's more a rib cage sort of tattoo than small of your back thing. Unless you're gonna add some bull horns, then it could work."
It was a nice thought, wasn't it? About partners. He liked it though he had a feeling Claire was pretty good all on her own. "Oh are we lying now?" He teased with a laugh, "Is that what we're doing." Because Peter was fully aware that he was a mess, but well - he was a mess that was entirely charmed by Claire and her lies.