“I’ll… consider it,” he answered quietly. “If I choose to stay.” He held his bag in his arms as he settled into the passenger’s seat, careful not to actually touch Peter as he moved. He was touch starved as it was… an alpha’s touch might send him into heat sooner or make him change his mind about wanting to stay.
Peter did what he could to keep Steve comfortable, starting to car and putting it in drive to head home. “It’s about a three hour drive. Would you like to get anything?” he asked, blue eyes looking at Steve.
“Could we get something to eat?” he asked quietly. “It can be drive through or something. I don’t mind eating in the car. I just… haven’t actually eaten anything in a couple of days.”
Peter frowned at the words. “They wouldn’t let you eat?” He asked, tampering the fury at the cruelty. “There’s an all night cafe with a buffet. Does that sound okay?” He inquired, driving along the road.
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