Harry could hardly even give that a proper response. Even if he weren't embarrassed (and at this rate, it was beginning to feel entirely pointless), he was more distracted by Peter's sincere happiness. Peter always - understandably - seemed so burdened, so bogged down by loss and the incessant demands of his busy and unrelenting life. He still smiled and laughed, but not quite like this. Never in a way that completely hid his pain. The pillow gradually - unconsciously - lowered while Harry, for what must have been the hundredth time already, stared in wonder. It made his heart glow to see Peter so peaceful, and the idea that he had a part in that tugged his lips into a hopeless smile. "Just, um... Suddenly, I'm reminded how lucky I am," he managed after a moment, expelling a quiet breath of a laugh.
It was strange but not unwelcome to see Peter being so affectionate with him, and his hand ended up drifting out to rest on Peter's. He couldn't quite get used to seeing those rings; it seemed like his breath caught every time he saw them. "Sure thing, pal."
And it was certainly enough to get Harry staring again, and this time with a quiet smitten, "Wow." He started to slide off the bed himself, only tearing his eyes away when he nearly tipped headfirst over the side. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing. "Are you kidding? You have a huge appetite. It's almost a full-time job keeping you fed," he countered, his teasing more natural this time. That, he had experience with. Harry could cook something meant to feed four people and Peter could single-handedly eat it all if he wanted. "Good thing I'm rich?" Or is it we? What exactly was Peter up to in this strange reality? Another thing he wanted to ask but wasn't sure how.
...And yet another: he suddenly realized he had no idea where his clothes were. Obviously they had a closet, but Harry wouldn't put it past... alternate him to have a huge walk-in closet somewhere. So, he ended up hanging back, just trying to low-key watch where Peter went for a clue.
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It was strange but not unwelcome to see Peter being so affectionate with him, and his hand ended up drifting out to rest on Peter's. He couldn't quite get used to seeing those rings; it seemed like his breath caught every time he saw them. "Sure thing, pal."
And it was certainly enough to get Harry staring again, and this time with a quiet smitten, "Wow." He started to slide off the bed himself, only tearing his eyes away when he nearly tipped headfirst over the side. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing. "Are you kidding? You have a huge appetite. It's almost a full-time job keeping you fed," he countered, his teasing more natural this time. That, he had experience with. Harry could cook something meant to feed four people and Peter could single-handedly eat it all if he wanted. "Good thing I'm rich?" Or is it we? What exactly was Peter up to in this strange reality? Another thing he wanted to ask but wasn't sure how.
...And yet another: he suddenly realized he had no idea where his clothes were. Obviously they had a closet, but Harry wouldn't put it past... alternate him to have a huge walk-in closet somewhere. So, he ended up hanging back, just trying to low-key watch where Peter went for a clue.