"Boyfriend?"
Olivia looked down and swept her hair behind her ear, "It just sort of slipped out."
"You've got to stop doing this Olivia," Peter said, turning away from her.
Olivia caught his arm, "Doing what," She half way snapped.
"This-" Peter began gesturing to her in front of him, "This… hot and cold. Letting me in and pushing me away, then doing it all over again."
"I'm not-" Peter cut her off.
"Yes you are. Last night you reject me when I give you everything you needed to hear, and then this morning I find you in my bed and now you called me your boyfriend. Do you mean anything you say, or were those words just to spite your ex?" Peter said harshly, gesturing behind Olivia to where Lucas had been.
"Peter I'm not! It just slipped out! I'm sorry if it offends you," Olivia said defensively.
Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm not offended. I would just like a straight answer from you."
Mommy? Daddy?
"Not now," they both said at the same time.
Olivia stared at Peter, burning holes into Peter's chest with her eyes, "Peter look at me," Peter opened his eyes and his cold look connected with hers, "You want a straight answer? I don't know where we are, Peter. I don't know what I'm doing and neither do you. I can't offer anything better right now. I can't tell you anything certain, so if that's what you want then go. The custody agreement is solid as of tomorrow. There's nothing keeping you stuck with me."
Peter breathed heavily and closed his eyes again, "Olivia that's not what I want."
"Then what do you want Peter? What do you want from me?"
The heat began to rise in Peter again and he made a rash decision. He opened his eyes and took two quick steps forward, gripping Olivia's face between his hands and kissed her, urgent, but soft and gentle. She was hesitant and resistant, but he could feel her kiss him back just enough to make him confident in his resolution. He pulled back with a heavy breath, "That is what I want Olivia. I want you to stand there and tell me that you don't feel a thing when I do that. And I know that it's not true because if it were, you wouldn't be so afraid. Olivia," He whispered, pausing until she looked up at him, "you can't run forever."
Her eyes fell to the floor again. Olive sat quietly between them, not interfering. Olivia took a step closer to Peter, Olive tight between them in her sling. She placed a hand on Peter's cheek and brought her chin up. She paused cautiously before her lips met Peter's. He could feel the water of her tears rubbing off on his cheeks.
Their lips parted and Peter could feel her pause, contemplating weather to kiss him again or step back. She bowed her head. Peter looked down at her. A tear slipped from her cheek and fell on Olive's hand.
"Peter… I'm scared…"
Olivia came around the corner and leaned against the frosted glass wall.
Peter looked up to see her standing there, "Hey. I figure if I shut all this down I can get these to run faster," Peter paused and looked at Olivia, "Are you alright?"
"I've failed," She whispered, "I'm supposed to be the person who can stop these things and I've failed."
Peter came to stand in front of Olivia, putting one hand on her cheek, "Olivia…" He whispered, "I have never met anyone who can do the things that you do."
"Peter, I'm scared…" Olivia said, looking into his eyes, on the verge of tears.
Peter searched her eyes and whispered, "Don't be…" and leaned in…
"Olivia…" He breathed. She brought her eyes up to meet his, "Don't be…"