A/N Right my readers, I realise its been a rather long time since I updated this, but I have now...even though it's extremely short...I hope it relieves some thirst :) L x
Peter looked into the emerald eyes that were holding him in place, daring him to say more, to contradict what she had said. A look of disbelief etched onto Peters face. A deep breath filled his lungs, pushing his chest outwards. The tight grip he had on Claire's elbow loosened, but not enough to allow her to leave, he needed to know what she mean, what she was feeling, it wasn't as if she was going anywhere soon at the moment anyway. His eyes were still holding in place, an intense feeling spiralling around them, although neither of them were able to recognise what it was. After blinking more times than needed, Peters eyes drifted to where his hand, the one that had encased itself around the smooth olive skin. His thumb rubbing, almost caressing the crease in skin where the limb bends.
"Claire, you have to believe me when I say I'm sorry. I know, I've been there for you in the past, and this time, in the hardest of times we could face, I wasn't." Peter stopped to look at her reaction. He noticed her shoulders had relaxed slightly. "But Claire, you have to realise that, I needed time to adapt to the changes too. People know what we can do now. Life is different now Claire, never to be the same again." He pulled on her arm, bringing her into an embrace; the pain of the previous months began to flood back, resulting in Claire having a break down in his arms, which were wrapped tightly around her small frame. The salty droplets that fell from her eyes were leaking through his dress shirt, and onto his skin.
Peter's hands ran over her back, soothing her, his hand grazing the bare skin of her upper back, thanks to the stunning strapless dress Claire was wearing. When a wave of sobs hit Claire, Peter pulled her to him tighter, wrapping his arms around her almost crushingly tight. Peter rested his right cheek atop of Claire's head, shushing her tears and telling her everything would be okay. The words weren't there to just re-ashore her though, he needed to believe them too, and at this moment, he wasn't sure if he could. In the current climate, with the publics reactions to the, reveal, he sometimes thought that they would never be welcomed, or even accepted into normal society again, and it scared him. He was scared for his family, friends, and himself.
Peter leaned back, looking Claire in the eyes. He used his thumb to wipe away the last tear that had fallen to her cheek.
"Come on; let's go inside, it's getting cold." Peter suggested, leaning his head toward the door. Claire nodded, and sniffed a little. She walked forward, Peter placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her.
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