PETER
His affection, his closeness, is accepted, and it brings a warm fuzzy feeling into his chest as Rexanna returns the gesture. Peter wants to do better, to make things better, if only to make her proud, though he knows he doesn’t need to do anything just for that. ”I’m... im going to try to.” He tells her, pulling away when she does without any fuss. ”I... I probably should go back” The agreement is obviously reluctant but: ”He’s already...worried. Because I um... I went out.” Peter laughs sheepishly, then slowly eases himself off the bed. ”I’ll... I’ll make sure someone else um... comes to sit with you. Or help.”
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
