❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜ // pete to trent
♡ —he was spreading himself too thin. they all were. it felt like every other week they were flying somewhere else for a tour or a match or a press gig. he could hardly remember what the inside of his flat looked like. still trent wasn’t stupid enough to question it lest it all go up in smoke – and when he had pete and tyler there was little else he needed to be alright. though today, a few more hours of sleep might have been nice. jet-leg was kicking his arse and to make matters worse he had a lingering cough he couldn’t shake, so needless to say trent wasn’t up to peak condition when they boarded the train to finally head back to their hotel. a soft chuckle left his mouth at pete’s offer and he ran a hand through his hair. ❛christ, just how bad off do i look then…?❜ he joked, knowing pete was rarely one for affection in public unless it was truly needed. and if he was being honest? he needed it. silently he took pete up on his offer and rested his head in the other man’s lap, taking comfort in the familiarity of him. trent opened his mouth to thank him but before the words could even start he was out.
@fightingchampions. accepting.