Pete likes you. He never tells you that, he never told you before, and probably always keeps the thought of telling you locked in his head, fearing the consequences, how bad it could go, maybe you're just happy with this arrangement you have, maybe telling you he likes you will ruin it. You're friends with benefits afterall. He shifted on the small bed you two are laid on naked after one of your usual evening sessions, it was sweet today, filled with kisses and tight arms around each other, wanting to be close, he cleaned you up right away after, brought you water and the dinner and got back into cuddling. He likes you and you can see it in the way he nuzzles onto you, the soft happy curl of his lips when he runs his nose against your cheek, his soft buzzed hair against your skin as the hand of the arm wrapped around your shoulder rubs you softly, he sigh happy, almost purring, and god his eyes turn to hearts, the way he looks at you when you speak. "Hm, you alright?"