the window in your room was open, but not for him — simply because you had decided to air the place out.

you were already asleep, bundled up in your blanket, looking so incredibly cozy, and his spot on the other side of the bed was currently occupied by a pillow.

he walked slowly across the floor toward your bed, but just as he started to climb under the blanket, you shifted, leaving him with no choice but to cover your mouth with his palm.

"shh, it's me," Peter whispered into your ear as your eyes fluttered open.

no one else could have snuck into your room in the middle of the night, but it was a necessary measure; he knew that while half-asleep, you wouldn't understand a thing.

you wanted to say something, but his hand tightened and lingered over your mouth longer than necessary as Peter buried his face in your shoulder. he knew your stubborn nature would have you protesting very soon, so he had very little time to convince you.

"I’m so exhausted, let's leave all the questions for tomorrow." he hugged you close, hoping that this time, you would make a tiny exception for him.