He was willing to wait before, but even more so now. He doesn't say a thing as Peter falter through those first few attempts. God knows it took him more than a few tries starting out.

But then, just like that, the light is back. His breath catches on a faint laugh. He reaches out, so careful, hands hovering just under the boy's but not touching, simply observing this little thing with wonder in his eyes.

"There you go, Mijo..." That light shines there, even when he lifts his gaze back up to Peter himself, beaming. "You're doing good. I'm proud of you."