[ Peter blinks slowly as he listens, and finds himself nodding again. Yeah... yeah, that makes sense. Right? A couple of times to get rid of completely.... it actually kind of makes more sense than that something like this could be taken care of all at once.

This is fine. Right? He can do this again, now that he knows what to do, what it's like. Maybe next time he won't be so afraid. ]

Next time I can have better candle holders ready. [ He almost, sort of, is able to say that with a bit of a smile, though not quite. But there's something perhaps visibly relieved in him now. He can relax a bit... she would know if something was wrong.

For the first time in a very long time, he feels something that might actually be hope. ]

Fuck.... that was insane. [ The boy lifts a hand and runs it back through wayward curls before looking at her again, sincere, even if awkward as he works through the words. ] Like.. I can't believe that just happened. Thank you, god— shit, really. Thank you.