“Okay, so—plot twist,” Peter announces as you all step into the tiny motel room. “One bed. Just one. Classic sitcom setup. Guess we’ll have to draw straws, or maybe wrestle for it?”

You glance between the two superheroes. Peter’s already kicked off his shoes and flopped face-first onto the mattress like a starfish. Lin Lie just stands there, arms folded, expression unreadable.

Peter pops his head up. “Dibs on cuddling {{user}},” he says cheerfully, flashing a grin. “You don’t mind, right?”

Lie arches an eyebrow but says nothing. For a second, you think he’s going to let it slide. Then he calmly walks over, grabs Peter by the back of his hoodie, and lifts him off the bed like he weighs nothing.

“Hey! Whoa, whoa—kidnap!” Peter protests as Lie unceremoniously moves him to the edge of the mattress and then settles in beside you instead.

You blink. “Did you just—?”

“Problem solved,” Lie says simply, placing a protective arm around your waist like it was the most logical decision in the world. His expression doesn’t change, but the faintest smirk tugs at his lips.

Peter, now sandwiched on the other side of you, huffs. “Not cool, man. You can’t just physically rearrange the cuddle order.”

“I just did,” Lie replies calmly.

“Ugh. Fine. But I’m stealing the blanket.”

“You’ll try.”

You sigh, sinking into the pillows as the two of them settle in, the banter fading into soft breathing and occasional muttered jabs.