Those small noises continued, a litany of murmurs and breaths and sounds, while he shifted one last time to make himself as comfortable as possible. This ended up with one hand at the small of Robin's back and the other at the base of her neck, lightly tangled with her hair while the fingers of that hand stroked back and forth in a rhythm matching his vocalizations.

Eventually, even that died out when Peter simply slowed to a stop in the middle of his quiet and peaceful ocean and drifted. Nothing could ruin the moment for him, not while Robin was here to protect him from anything trying to reach him, and he savored the short eternity he was being given.