Yeah, Peter was the marrying type, especially when it had come to MJ, there hadn't been any other ending for them but that. And if he ever got home? Well he didn't know what was going to happen there, all of this kind of made things more complicated. But he was here now, he was living for this life he had here, and not what might happen at some point in the future. He wanted this, this thing with Claire that they were working toward. "I was scared," He told her, "About whether or not I could give her what she wanted. And if I told her that? Well I really wouldn't be enough." In the end it had been a little more complicated than that.
But what about life wasn't complicated? Especially here? Things could be complicated but one place he didn't want those kinds of complications was here with Claire. She was - simple felt like the wrong word, but this thing they'd been doing? It hadn't taken work, not real work. He'd brought her home with the intention that maybe he'd help her find a place of her own one day but when the time for that came Peter didn't find himself making that offer and Claire hadn't asked. And now here she was, warm and welcome with her lips against his.
"I'm sure we can have a repeat performance for you." He chuckled softly when she spoke softly again. It had been nice, those first kisses, and a part of him liked that he'd gotten that with John when it was just the two of them the way Claire had. So he didn't have to decide if he liked it just because Claire was watching, but rather because of something that he had there with John.
"I think I've been too old for wild oats for a long time." And well - Peter had never really been a wild oats sort of person. Whatever it had been with Carol had been - well he couldn't say rightly what it was except that it wasn't really him. "I'd like to give you something a little more reliable than a revolving door."