Peter doesn't like the look of this one bit and frowns as he approaches, palm skating over Lionel's shoulder (trying not to startle him). "Lionel, darling, what are you doing?" he mumbles with quiet concern, obviously knowing what he's doing with the camera and yet not understanding the why of it.
"I'm going inside," Lionel says, determined in the moment and unwilling to be swayed from his decision. He glances over at Peter, and he won't admit it but having Peter there loosens something like a knot in his chest. "I need to."
Peter simply stands there and regards Lionel, not about to stop him. He nods and just gestures to the front door with a pale palm (pale, even after so long on the Island). "Would you like any company?" he feels he best offer.
"Yes," is Lionel's immediate answer. He hasn't thought this through, having only followed his own instincts, and now that he's actually here, he realizes how much he can't do this alone. "Please."
Peter simply clasps Lionel by the hand, brushing his thumb against his palm and nods the once. "You can do this," he encourages gently. "Trust me, you can. It makes you stronger to do so."
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