[Isaac doesn't know what to say to that, so he just rubs at Peter's back warmly, in slow, even circles. It makes sense, he supposes, why Peter wants to go things alone. Why he's been so resistant, fighting himself, twisting himself up into knots just over the simple idea of being friends with Isaac. Allies with him.
Packmates.]
Well- screw everyone else. [Quietly, and Isaac presses his cheek against the crown of Peter's head.] You've got me now.
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Packmates.]
Well- screw everyone else. [Quietly, and Isaac presses his cheek against the crown of Peter's head.] You've got me now.