He leaned into her fingers, his eyes slipping half-closed, and sighed. Beyond what his body was telling him to the contrary and regardless of how distant the memory of what he had done for Peter, it didn't feel like it had been four months, and yet still, somehow, he had missed her touch. He looked passingly disappointed when she pulled her hand away and he sighed again, reopening his eyes.

"Not really. Just something." A pause and then wryly he amended, "Not eggs."