divinetree | Maya Posting

[Peter is preoccupied momentarily watching Vale walk off. It's an odd feeling thinking of family as people that give gifts, not to mention doing nice things for one another but here he is silently marveling at it.

Maya taking his other hand draws his eyes immediately back to her. Then he huffs out a laugh, quirking a brow at her.]

Darling, I've been traveling as much as you have for months now.

[Just, you know, never with her.]

But you always have a bed to go back to. I know it can be hard transitioning away from that, for most people.

[She smiles, though... he'd probably been spending quite a few nights in the trees or bushes near her camp, not really sleeping. Brushing her hands up and down his shirt, dusting it off...]

I hope sharing my tent will be comfortable in the same way.

[He gazes down as she dusts him off and can't help but be caught by it. It's such a little gesture but it's a nice little gesture. Give him a moment to bite his lower lip and restrain himself from reaching down to hug her.]

I'll always be comfortable with you no matter where it is.

[Then a slight little smile tugs at the corner of his lips.]

The place I was staying wasn't anywhere I was really attached to after all.

Then home will be the people you hold close, instead. That's how I prefer it, myself - I'm glad I'm not completely sweeping you away from anything you hold important.

[She'd worried about that - it was hard to find in her writings, but it was there for a few people that were written down as friends and companions of Maya's. She was very sensitive to people giving up too much just for her company - and she didn't feel that her affliction was reason enough for people to do so.

Fiddling with the zipper of his jacket in a quiet, sedate moment, Maya enjoyed things for what they were. And wondered, what on earth kind of strange clasp was this?

Her thoughts trailed off when Vale returned, a broad straw hat in his hands. The man doesn't wait for any comment, going right ahead and putting it on Peter's head. "There ya go. Better protect yourself from the sun, since you're a Tireless and don't have any fur." Maya stifled a laugh, but oh, she was VERY much going to laugh at Peter in a cute, floppy straw hat.]

[She's toying with his zipper before he has a chance to reply and for a moment he just wants to bask in that. It's so casual and normal just like her dusting him off. When his brain catches up he can't help but a deep laugh at her words.]

Oh don't worry about that. There's no one else but you -- and the baby of course.

[Now Peter is only a very fallible man and so he doesn't restrain the urge to bend down and pat at her abdomen. He's radiating love as he does, a dopey smile on his lips that only falters when something is dropped onto his head.

He blinks a time or two and then reaches upward for the hat on his head. It's a wide-brimmed straw hat not unlike what he'd imagine someone might wear to garden in back home. It's very rustic, clearly hand made and when Maya stifles a laugh he shoots her a quirked grin. There's amusement in his tone, though soft.]

Hey, at least my head won't get sunburned now.

[He straightens up then and gives Vale an appreciative nod of his head.]

Thanks for all of this.

[He means it. Sarah would definitely never give him a hat, his mother sure wouldn't and as for Y/N back in all those routes ...]

["Welcome to the family, friend. Maya's kin are all strange and eccentric like she is, we all fit in," he assured with a firm chuckle as he stroked at the grey hairs on his chin. Maya had been beaming, heart thudding excitedly at Peter touching at her abdomen - it wasn't something she could find out just yet, but the feeling was still warm and nostalgic and... well, new and romantic, now that she wasn't just having a fling with someone to actually get a kid.]

Thanks again, Vale. Safe travels!

["Safe travels to ya both," he nodded, getting back to work with the other crested longhorns. Maya herself rubbed at where Peter had patted, imagining the flutters with a bit of excitement, before climbing up onto the cart and patting the seat next to her.]

To Rat and your things, to camp, then off we go!

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