[The creak of his husband's weight settling into the chair is enough confirmation for Peter to fight off the urge to sleep. He rubs at his eyes a little as he uncurls in the cot.
He recognized his husband's gait upon approach, the specific overly light steps paired with the way he naturally counterbalances for the weight of his shell is something just burned into Peter's mind as safe and familiar.
He smiles sleepily at Leo, his expression loose, open from sleep.]
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He recognized his husband's gait upon approach, the specific overly light steps paired with the way he naturally counterbalances for the weight of his shell is something just burned into Peter's mind as safe and familiar.
He smiles sleepily at Leo, his expression loose, open from sleep.]
Hey, you.