Olivia hesitates for a moment, taking a final glance at the reunited couple. A familiar ache pulls at her chest and she staunches it down quickly, though not quick enough to escape Peter's notice.
Her body tightens, only slightly, as his hand brushes against her own. Biting her lip to keep from blushing, she laces their fingers together, thankful for his presence, yet even more for his silence. She doesn't think she would be able to answer the questions she knows he wants to ask. Not right now. When she finally looks up at him there's no pity to be found in his gaze, only understanding. And she wonders just who it was who had hurt him, who had left him behind.
She let's the jealousy she feels continue to rise, grateful to be feeling something, anything, other than confusion for once. No, this feeling she understands quite perfectly, if not where it was coming from. It was a question she would save for another day, another time.
She lets him lead her through the stark hospital hallways, their shoulders brushing occasionally, gazes kept forward. She opens her mouth to speak, suddenly feeling the need to thank him, to explain. But he tightens his grip on her hand, pulling her just a bit closer. Neither of them speak.
She won't thank him tomorrow, and he won't mention it, because tomorrow they would go back to being Agent Dunham and Peter Bishop, colleagues.
But tomorrow was still 12 hours away. So just for today, she places his arm about her waist and rests her head against him.