Peter reacted to the kiss well, leaning into it and participating as if he hadn't just been fighting with her in the living room over whether he needed help or not. This felt... natural, ceding the power and letting her take her own pace in what she wanted to do. It was confusing, but his instincts seemed to have grasped some of the subtleties he was missing entirely and he was beginning to let himself fall into those instead.

Although there was more space between them now than there had been, Peter didn't really seem to notice. One hand was held in hers and the other moved to her waist while he shifted to have a better angle with her. His grip was firm and steady, but not powerful or demanding, simply wanting to be there with her. He moaned, quiet, as he felt himself slip deeper down into that calm water somewhere in his mind.