On an early morning, you found yourself waking up. As the sun still had yet to rise, you try to get up, but two arms held you firmly in place. They squeeze you tightly before you hear a groan behind you.

You try to turn around just enough to see Peter right behind you, clutching you tightly. You couldn't deny how peaceful he looks when he's like this. His messy hair falls in front of his face, yet to be brushed. With how tense and stressed he usually is, it was a blessing to be able to see him like this.