[Pietro shakes his head gently. He doesn't know, and he doesn't care, not when there's a chance to turn her tears into laughter. Not when her arms go around him. Pietro holds her in return, his chin resting gently on the top of her head.]

It's magic? I don't know, I only know that I am grateful to be here with you.

[Because it's not all good. The world out there is dangerous in a way that even they know nothing about.]

We must stick together. It does not matter how bad it gets as long as we do that.