[Peter polishes off the rest of the toast. He picks up the glass of water to at least get some water into him before he sets it aside.
Peter ends up leaning back against the headboard for the moment with a slow gusty exhale. It becomes clearer how tired he was the longer he lays back.] C'mere, hero. I think we're owed some cuddles.
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Peter ends up leaning back against the headboard for the moment with a slow gusty exhale. It becomes clearer how tired he was the longer he lays back.] C'mere, hero. I think we're owed some cuddles.