[ It's okay - she trusts him enough for this, and will trust him more after.
Eleven pushes to her feet, hesitates for a bit while Peter does the same.
Here's the thing: He's been kind to her. He's nice, she thinks. Peter let her cry, and told her truths, and he treats her like a person, not a fragile, broken, jagged thing, even though that's what she is, too.
Her warms wrap tight around him as she steps into his personal space and hugs him, face hidden in the fabric of his shirt. It's almost more clinging than hugging, and a little stiff. She's gotten used to this with family, and is still more hesitant about physical contact with others. Peter's a friend though. She's already decided that.
There's a muffled 'Thank you' that almost gets lost between them. ]
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[ It's okay - she trusts him enough for this, and will trust him more after.
Eleven pushes to her feet, hesitates for a bit while Peter does the same.
Here's the thing: He's been kind to her. He's nice, she thinks. Peter let her cry, and told her truths, and he treats her like a person, not a fragile, broken, jagged thing, even though that's what she is, too.
Her warms wrap tight around him as she steps into his personal space and hugs him, face hidden in the fabric of his shirt. It's almost more clinging than hugging, and a little stiff. She's gotten used to this with family, and is still more hesitant about physical contact with others. Peter's a friend though. She's already decided that.
There's a muffled 'Thank you' that almost gets lost between them. ]