oh, son of a—

He had to admit, that display was kind of cute in a really dorky way, earning another short laugh from Pietro. “ Oh yeah? Guess I can’t pass that up, then. ” Shifting the weight of his body, Pietro leaned over, pausing not too far from Jory as a hand made it’s way to the side of the blond’s face, righting it as he closed that last, small amount of distance between the two of them.

[Shit. Shit, he knew this was coming. Shit, he knew how to do this-- He was anticipating this ever since the last time they talked! Shit, it was like playing a part in your head and forgetting your lines out loud. His lips were frozen in place, his hands were frozen at his sides, everything was frozen but the flying beat, beat, beat of his heart..

“ Oh, you know. I’m certainly not complaining. Status update. Is the princess still a zombie? ”

Wait, wha-- [Oh! Oh, shit. Was Pietro talking about the whole resuscitation thing? Resuscitation would involve, like-- Oh, God, that would involve many lip touches, wouldn’t it? Would there also be hands to chest movements? What is that movement even called?

The small burst of laughter that followed Jory’s reaction honestly could not be helped, even if he realized that he was being a bit rude. Loosening his grip on the other’s wrist, Pietro sat his body down next to him, fingers lingering for a moment before he pulled his hand away.

[At the sound of Pietro’s laughter, Jory could feel the rush of heat flooding his cheeks. God, that was so cute. God, that was so cute. God, that was so cute. Pietro was cute. Pietro was super cute. Oh, God, Pietro was sitting next to him now.

Your hair caught on fire too? Man, that must have been hella painful. I didn’t know that, but I do now. Guess it’s true that you learn something new every day.

Not really? Like, my hair caught on fire, but it wasn’t lit long enough to reach my scalp. Y’know? My face just really hot for a few seconds before someone tossed a glass of water into my face.  But the marshmallow couldn’t be saved as well, unfortunately.

Your marshmallow caught on fire last night? Dude, that’s just tragic! Now that I think about it, I didn’t actually have a s’more last night and that’s unacceptable.

It was super tragic. I had a burial service and everything-- But only after I put out the fire in my hair. Did you know that even when the marshmallow begins to melt in the flame and drip off the stick, there’ll still be fire blazing from the drops? Because I didn’t.

PJ night! Let’s make s’mores! Because making those over a stove is totally more authentic than over a campfire!

Smile on his face, Pietro’s phone soon found it’s way into his pocket, eyes focusing on the boy on the ground not too far away from him. Taking those few steps closer, he reached down, fingers wrapping around the blond’s wrist as he pulled the other’s hand and phone out of view. “ Hey there, princess. The ground make for a good bed, or were you just waiting for me to come rescue you? ”

[Had Jory not been too busy frowning at the other’s “cryptic”, at least to Jory, message, he probably would’ve seen the hand that lowered to pull his wrist away from his face. But, he was. And he didn’t.