Steve looked over at Peter slowly. “I… I’m not sure,” he answered quietly. “I… I am a bit cold, though… if you have a jacket, that would be nice…” He swallowed hard, shivering a bit but also trying to keep from doing so, not wanting to draw more attention to himself.
Peter tilted his head and moved to take his jacket off, folding it to hand it over the table. “I know you wanted to avoid anything alpha, but it’s the best I have at the moment.” He replied. “Food will be here soon. If you need more, just say so. Okay?”
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