Probably... [ peter hums lowly, the sound of it vibrating through his chest, almost like he's purring as he gradually surrenders himself to the lull of sleep.
truthfully, he'd much rather fall asleep like this, made evident by the way peter envelops quentin in his arms once more, holding the weight of him against his body. but if there's one thing he knows — confirmed by what's plastered all over quentin's walls — his relationship with sleep is rocky, at best.
with a deep, slow sigh, peter tips his head to press a chaste kiss to the corner of quentin's mouth, ] Go— I'm not going anywhere.
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truthfully, he'd much rather fall asleep like this, made evident by the way peter envelops quentin in his arms once more, holding the weight of him against his body. but if there's one thing he knows — confirmed by what's plastered all over quentin's walls — his relationship with sleep is rocky, at best.
with a deep, slow sigh, peter tips his head to press a chaste kiss to the corner of quentin's mouth, ] Go— I'm not going anywhere.