“Mm.. I wonder if he’s alright.”

Peter mumbles to himself, noticing his wiry husband not curled into bed next to him. He tugs a shirt on, remaining in his boxers as he steps outside of the yacht they live on, seeing his lovely husband standing on the bow.

Peter approaches him quietly, almost touching him before Elias whips around, a spot of fear in his eyes before he relaxes.

“Sorry, love..”