2. Their head always finds the right spot on our shoulders.
Although he'd never admit it to anyone, Peter was scared. The events of the last few months had put a lot of strain on him. Between his brother's campaign, his "suicide attempt", and trying to save the world, there hadn't been a lot of down time. People were counting on him, expecting him to fix everything. All he really wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep for a year or two. At least Claire was there with him, he thought. He wasn't completely alone.
Peter and Claire sat side by side at the rental dealership. The lady behind the counter told them to take a seat; that she would be with them in a moment, so they sat. Peter allowed his eyes to flutter shut for a moment while they waited. No more than thirty seconds had gone by when he felt a light pressure on his arm. He opened his eyes to find a blonde head of hair had found its way to his shoulder and was now resting peacefully. Peter smiled and set his chin on her head, breathing her in.
'At least I'll have onegood memory from today.'