I know, [ she says softly, because of course he had. they'd had plans for the future. they were going to be together. maybe one day, they would have gotten married, maybe they would have had children, and watched them grow up, and grown old together. and all of that had been cut short, leaving peter to doubtlessly blame himself for-- maybe for all this time.

she squeezes him, turning her face so she can brush her lips over his cheek. ] I love you. I love you, and I don't regret going with you, even-- even if I didn't make it, okay? And like I told you before, that was my choice. I knew the danger. [ she strokes her fingers through his hair, squeezing her eyes shut against tears. how long does she have here? is her being here going to help or hurt peter in the long run?

she pulls back enough to look him in the eye, cupping his face in her hands. ] Tell me you're okay. At home, I mean. Tell me you're not alone.