[ oh dear lord he's hugging her. she squares her shoulders and stands (quite flummoxed) until decorum tinkles like a little bell in the back of her head and she circles a grudging arm around fitz. peggy doesn't like hugs. at least...she doesn't like them with near-strangers, however integral they might be to the future of her world. her hand pats an awkward open palm against the back of his shoulder.
she huffs an impatient sigh. ]
--Months. Before he told me. Oh, for heaven's sake, must we? [ she gives him a nudge. stop that. ]
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[ oh dear lord he's hugging her. she squares her shoulders and stands (quite flummoxed) until decorum tinkles like a little bell in the back of her head and she circles a grudging arm around fitz. peggy doesn't like hugs. at least...she doesn't like them with near-strangers, however integral they might be to the future of her world. her hand pats an awkward open palm against the back of his shoulder.
she huffs an impatient sigh. ]
--Months. Before he told me. Oh, for heaven's sake, must we? [ she gives him a nudge. stop that. ]