Apr 27, 2019
@spderncir continued x
Jon hadn’t meant to alarm Peter. He’d been out for most of the night, on his own patrol, and had gotten into a scuffle. It had been quick and relatively easy, but he was tired when he returned to Peter’s room. With Peter, he felt safer, and he could sleep without worrying about someone trying to wake him or have people ask him if he needed help.
He curls up on the bed, blissfully unaware of the world for a few hours before he stretches and groans. Somewhat embarrassed, he wipes the drool off his face with his sleeve. “Mmm... Peter?”
The room would almost be dark, save for the one lamp lighting the room. He was glad for it. Before he could say anything else, his stomach growled loudly.