Pietro's still feeling out his own feelings. Harry confuses him. He doesn't have breaches to fall back on, to explain the chemistry brewing between them, the way he does with certain other crushes. And Harry doesn't demand like Lourdes did, who made it impossible to want anything but what she wanted.

"I didn't think you would. And I-" He remembers the mistletoe kiss and blushes brighter. "I've thought about it. Us." He finally admits. "I just- I always manage to make an idiot of myself over these things."