( usually when Peter stays the night, it’s either because they’ve had sex or Matt has had one of those sort of nights. he seems to crave company most when he’s hurt and Peter has yet to manage to refuse him. or really to want to go anywhere, truthfully. staying just to sleep feels kind of intimate, but — with the word l - o - v - e floating around between them, you couldn’t get much more intimate than that right? )

I can sleep in my clothes. ( he legit does it all the time, sometimes whilst stuck to a wall. it isn’t that big a deal. he’s finally found the willpower to slink off of Matt and onto the couch proper, and he worries a lip about his impeccable timing. ) Sorry. I guess I’d know that if I hadn’t been ghosting you for three days.

( his guilt is obvious in his tone, though he doesn’t break into another string of sorries. if Matt rubs it in, he might. as far as the carousel, he has bad news. ) Matt, I’m telling you this because you are blind and I guess you don’t know. All the horses are haunted levels of horrifying, asking me to pick the worst one is like asking me to pick the wettest ocean.