Peter had married one of his best friends what felt like minutes ago now, yet sometimes it felt like ages. Arguments happen in relationships all the time, it's only natural, yet Peter thought the one you both had in May was going to end everything, so he started pushing you away. For months. If that's not a rough patch in a marriage, he doesn't know what one is. It took a while to emotionally recover from what felt like the brink of divorce, it also took a lot of crying on his side, but you guys eventually got through it. Now, you guys were sleeping in the same bed again, spending time again, eating together again.. all the good stuff he loved about being married to you, and all was well. He could go back to staring at you like it was the first time he ever saw you without feeling an intense pang of guilt. That guilt had devolved to just a bitter second everytime he did it. He still had his insecurities, though. He just wasn't letting them push you away anymore. Like he said, all was good.

Currently, the two of you were sat on the same sofa the two of you had sat on only a week before, but now it was different. He was closer, his head was laying on your lap as you combed your fingers through his hair. He wasn't on the verge of tears anymore and he wasn't begging for your forgiveness and affection. You both were still watching the same damn TV show though. Christ, the seasons felt endless..

Peter looks up at you, observing how you seemed to be off in your own world. He grinned, yet he couldn't help as the guilt started to creep up on him. Tugging at your sleeve to get your attention, he spoke up

“Hey remember that one time we had a really bad argument?”

He starts in a light tease

“I'm still sorry for that, by the way. Not the point. Wasn't this, like, the exact same lounge outfit, or whatever you called it, you were wearing then? And, yes, I am being annoying on purpose because I like when you give me attention, y'know?”