[ This song, Peter doesn't have it on his Zune because it's something from his childhood. He wishes he did, Â it always brings him good memories, things he had almost forgotten. There's a soft smile spreading on his lips as he sees Blue resting, seemingly enjoying the music. Or rather, the memories.Â
They should be something private, but Peter doesn't mind sharing them with Blue, more so because the other man has never known what having parents is like. Meredith would have loved Blue too, if she had met him. She probably would have dotted on him a lot as well. ]
Thanks, Blue. [ Peter answers softly, then makes himself a little more comfortable in the chair, and closes his eyes. He keeps humming and thinking about his mom, not just about the Wish Upon a Star song, but about the things they liked to do together: the sound of his laugh, and the gold in her hair.... Sharing them all  with his friend. ]
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They should be something private, but Peter doesn't mind sharing them with Blue, more so because the other man has never known what having parents is like. Meredith would have loved Blue too, if she had met him. She probably would have dotted on him a lot as well. ]
Thanks, Blue. [ Peter answers softly, then makes himself a little more comfortable in the chair, and closes his eyes. He keeps humming and thinking about his mom, not just about the Wish Upon a Star song, but about the things they liked to do together: the sound of his laugh, and the gold in her hair.... Sharing them all  with his friend. ]