A/N: Three more drabbles for you today, guys! Thank you so very, very much for your reviews on "Moulin Rouge", I had the feeling you would enjoy the fluff XD
This was written back in April, just before "LSD" aired.
CUP OF MILK
When Walter puts a cup of fresh milk between her slightly trembling hands, Olivia has no other choice than to accept it.
"Drink it while it's warm, dear, it's Gene's finest. It will make you feel better."
Peter watches as she nods shortly, averting the old man's eyes, staring at the milk. She keeps saying that she's 'fine, just FINE,' but he knows better. As well as he knows that a cup of warm milk will not be the solution to what is making her look so grave and tensed at that instant.
Tentatively, he extracts a hand from under his blanket, and puts it gently on her knee, almost expecting her to recoil. But she doesn't.
Instead, when she feels his touch, she finally raises her eyes from the milk, meeting his gaze. And for the first time since they have exited her mind, her face softens, as she offers him the slightest of smile.