Peter, I’m in love with you and I can’t just turn that off now. I don’t want to lose you.
Olivia watched as Peter walked away in the rain.
He was almost passed the ambulance when he suddenly halted his steps, as if frozen in mid-air. He slowly turned around, until their eyes met again. Before Olivia could even begin to understand what was happening, he had walked his way back to her, his hands swiftly finding their way to a familiar place, his wet palms cupping her cold cheeks.
“Just kidding,” he whispered, then, before capturing her lips in an apologetic kiss.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED?

Fringe is awesome, but not the best ever. Still, it’s awesome