[She pretended to mull over her response, really just to let the
silly feeling this gave her ebb a little bit. Lots. She was pretty proud of
that, actually, that he was saying 'lots' about this.]
I guess I'll keep doing it since you'd put it on the list.
I am very much full of thoughts. I should possibly be concerned how many of
them are about you but I'm not.
[He was always generous that way - that way and basically all the
others. They'd had variations of this conversation and would have so many
more, and he let her pretend that she was being generous.]
Literally everybody in the world. [Arya nodded, just starting to
lean against him when he stayed all close. She couldn't help, it was almost
literally magnetic,] There were a few people in remote places that
had missed the memo but I sent them each a follow up letter.
Yeah, I guess it was a bit rubbing it in... [She pretended to mull
that over for a few seconds, feigning thoughtfulness before she just turned
a big old smug grin at him again.] But I'm not sorry.
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Nope, you're an all the way kind of girl. I like that about you.
[Because once she had decided on them being a "them" she had been all the way. It was a weird all the way, but she hadn't hesitated.]
Whispering sweet, soft things in my ear?
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It'd be weird if we got to this point and you didn't like that about me.
[Weird wasn't uncommon for her, but hesitant certainly wouldn't be.]
Oh, I don't think I had that one.
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To be fair that happens a lot when you're returning the smooches.
[Peter smiled at her. He knew she probably wouldn't have thought she'd do that as much as she did but here they were.]
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What, whispering sweet, soft things?
[He was exactly right, she hadn't expected that. In fact, just saying 'sweet, soft things' now was enough to make her go a little pink.]
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Mmmhmmm. Not always but lots.
[Sometimes the things were spoken softly but less sweet and just all sorts of different combinations but sweet, soft things did happen.]
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Well...
[She pretended to mull over her response, really just to let the silly feeling this gave her ebb a little bit. Lots. She was pretty proud of that, actually, that he was saying 'lots' about this.]
I guess I'll keep doing it since you'd put it on the list.
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That's pretty thoughtful of you.
[He was pretty sure that it was a positive for both of them but he'd let her have this one.]
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I am very much full of thoughts. I should possibly be concerned how many of them are about you but I'm not.
[He was always generous that way - that way and basically all the others. They'd had variations of this conversation and would have so many more, and he let her pretend that she was being generous.]
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Want to know a secret?
[Peter leaned in so that he could whisper in her ear, lips brushing against her skin.]
I like that you think about me so much.
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[She was so in favor of that she closed her eyes and didn't even move or start to reply for a couple seconds after.]
Honey... that's not even a little bit a secret.
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Do you think everyone knows?
[He stayed close to her, just wanting to feel himself as close to her as possible.]
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Literally everybody in the world. [Arya nodded, just starting to lean against him when he stayed all close. She couldn't help, it was almost literally magnetic,] There were a few people in remote places that had missed the memo but I sent them each a follow up letter.
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What did the letter say?
[Even if it was just being silly and for funsies he liked the idea of everyone knowing that. He liked it a lot.]
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I don't remember exactly how I phrased it but it basically amounted to 'ha ha, I'm his favorite.'
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A little bit taunting but I can’t really throw stone about that, especially cause it’s true
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Yeah, I guess it was a bit rubbing it in... [She pretended to mull that over for a few seconds, feigning thoughtfulness before she just turned a big old smug grin at him again.] But I'm not sorry.
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Oh I know, because you're a menace.
[He gave her a smug grin back, like he wasn't sorry at all that she was a menace. Because he wasn't sorry, he loved that she was.]