[there's a lot, in those few words, enough that peter's quiet for a long moment, staring out and the seemingly endless nothing in front of them. it's so comforting, all that space, like he can play pretend that there's nobody else anywhere close by.

he draws his knees up, takes another bite of his sandwich, and puts his arm around her shoulders. it's the same excuse; the chewing gives him another moment to think.]

I'm not the guy to tell you not to run away, Steph. I've never lived anywhere that we couldn't clean out and disappear from in a couple hours, preferably less. Find a hill you wanna see the other side of and go, if you wanna go. But when you do that, you gotta let go, too. Travel light.