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[vivicidal]

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[vivicidal]

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.

tying a bow on this...

[pharmacy]

[ His mouth says he understands, but his arms feel like a really tempting trap. Quentin sighs along with Peter, body going lax against him for a few indulgent seconds. Just a few seconds of wishing he could shut his head off as easily as his body, stay like this, held like this. 

[ Then, Quentin pushes up on his elbows and up to his knees before slipping off the bed. His hand skims Peter's leg, loops around his ankles for a last moment before going for Quentin's sweatpants on the floor. With a murmured apology, he tugs the coverlet out from under Peter and drops it over him. Soon after follows light drifts of smoke--marijuana and tobacco, spicy and warm and thick till the cool air snatches it up--from the window next to the bed where Quentin leans to smoke. He doesn't turn the radio off, but it's lower while he works through the spliff and the book in his lap. He doesn't follow Peter down for another two hours, but he sleeps close when he does, wakes when Peter stirs, settles deep when he settles. 

[ He's not used to sleeping so heavily and safely in his own place. ]