[ He mutters an, Oh, thank fuck, when Maya tells him they can wait till tomorrow to get things done, and the second they're in their room, Peter practically drops everything and collapses into bed, exhausted. At some point he's conscious long enough to pull Maya in next to him, even if she doesn't strictly need to sleep; it helps a lot more than he'd care to admit to have her there while he sleeps, to physically reach out to her when he wakes.
He falls asleep curled around her like a cat; he's stopped worrying about whether or not she'll be there in the morning.
It takes some doing the next day, but eventually he's coaxed out of the warmth of the covers, though he's not entirely awake. Peter, clearly, is not a morning person.
Still, there are things that need doing, and certain demonic natures that need binding (or, if he has his way, eradicating), and he crawls his way back to consciousness.
Mostly, anyway. He still nearly puts a boot on the wrong foot, but he's aware enough to realize his mistake, at least.
He scrubs his face with his hands once he's ready, and the temptation to slither back under the sheets is nearly overwhelming. ]
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He falls asleep curled around her like a cat; he's stopped worrying about whether or not she'll be there in the morning.
It takes some doing the next day, but eventually he's coaxed out of the warmth of the covers, though he's not entirely awake. Peter, clearly, is not a morning person.
Still, there are things that need doing, and certain demonic natures that need binding (or, if he has his way, eradicating), and he crawls his way back to consciousness.
Mostly, anyway. He still nearly puts a boot on the wrong foot, but he's aware enough to realize his mistake, at least.
He scrubs his face with his hands once he's ready, and the temptation to slither back under the sheets is nearly overwhelming. ]
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