YO

Peter Kavinsky is completely, hopelessly attached to you. just physically incapable of being anywhere near you without finding some way to stick to you. he’d crawl under your skin if you gave him the option. he just can’t get enough of being close to you. if you’re sitting down, theo is immediately beside you. and not normal beside you. pressed against your side. his arm around your waist. your legs tangled together. his head resting against your shoulder while he listens to whatever you’re saying.