[She can hear Peter from the circle of Percy's arms, feel the touch of his lips on her forehead, but she's not able to really to do anything but nod slightly before she throws her arms around Percy's neck and buries her face in his coat.
The familiar scent of gunpowder, oil, sweat and clean man assault her nose and she slowly is able to stop crying, but she doesn't move.]
You really do have the worse timing, darling. I've been waiting for you for two months.
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The familiar scent of gunpowder, oil, sweat and clean man assault her nose and she slowly is able to stop crying, but she doesn't move.]
You really do have the worse timing, darling. I've been waiting for you for two months.