[He stops unbuttoning at the top of his binder, a hint of it peeking out from under the white fabric of his shirt. Peter laughs again, the sound bright and a little eager in kind. He sees those glances and finds himself turning a little pinker in the process.
Once Leo is done washing his hands, Peter takes the initiative to head back to his bedroom, pushing the door open. For his part, his bed is actually made for once, clean of any computer parts he usually has spread around his space.
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Once Leo is done washing his hands, Peter takes the initiative to head back to his bedroom, pushing the door open. For his part, his bed is actually made for once, clean of any computer parts he usually has spread around his space.
He sinks down on the bed, smiling up at Leo.]
I guess I can just lose the shirt entirely...?