[ Molly's pretty sure he doesn't have any bones left in his body, just being blob of cuddle with Peter. The touch to his arms is nice, bother covered in colors after the square he spent on more tattoos. There are a few bruises there as well, but he doesn't even care.
He's glad that there's no digging from his friend, as he's not sure what to even say about it all. How it worked, how he hated it. being just part of someone else. Instead he's purring a little, chuckling at the breath by his ear point as Peter speaks Molly's perfect gospel.
New memories. No past. ]
Mm. I would like that. The past doesn't matter. Galaxies ahead of us.
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He's glad that there's no digging from his friend, as he's not sure what to even say about it all. How it worked, how he hated it. being just part of someone else. Instead he's purring a little, chuckling at the breath by his ear point as Peter speaks Molly's perfect gospel.
New memories. No past. ]
Mm. I would like that. The past doesn't matter. Galaxies ahead of us.