[his arms end up tightening around her the moment she returns the hug, all tension disappearing with the knowledge that he really hadn't ruined everything before it'd even started. he can't help but smile, even as his face ends up buried against the side of her neck, relishing the familiarity of her scent.]

You know, you're allowed to be mad at me. [...starting over may have to wait a moment. watch this space.]

I'd prefer if you weren't, but that doesn't mean you can't be annoyed. None of that was your fault.

[even the parts about being glad he was bitten. sure, he may not have understood why at the time. but after all they've been through now, he gets it. he knows how much good he can do now. (not that he has any plans on thanking peter, of course. the guy is still a killer who took that choice away from him.)]