Oh, in this world? Harry had everything to do with it. From best friend to much-appreciate rock to so, so much more, they'd been through it all and Peter would honestly say he'd never been happier. Coming from a guy who was pretty sure he'd never be happy again, after everything that had happened so early in his life. It had been bleak, for a while there, but - well, Harry never left his side, and Peter would never be able to express his gratitude - although he definitely tried. At that, Peter laughed again, leaning forward a little into Harry's personal space. "Why yes you are, and don't you forget it."
"Mm, with avocado?" Peter pretended to pout, letting his fingers lace loosely with Harry's. Yeah, this Peter clearly wasn't very shy, simply reaching out and taking what he wanted.
Peter cocked his head to the side at Harry's interjection, mid-stretch. It wasn't unusual for Harry to enjoy the view, but something about that seemed...a little off. Still, Peter was Peter, and it just made him stretch a little further, adding a quiet groan to the end for Harry's benefit. Cough. Peter you asshole. "It's not that bad! Jeez, you make it sound like I'm a human dumpster."
"Hey!" That got a playful swat, as Peter picked up his glasses and squared them on his face. "When we got our joint account I contributed a whopping $800 - " Well, kinda. Does it count if Peter is on your will? And being more or less less of an idiot about money (although common sense and living as lower middle class kept Peter as Peter. He still bought store brand except on the few items Harry threw a fit about. And he thought through every single purchase - and none of his Christmas, Birthday, or Anniversary gifts to Harry were ever bought with anything but what Peter had earned himself).
Peter wasn't exactly helpful, scratching his stomach and wandering into an adjacent door that led to the bathroom, if the slap of his feet on tile was anything to go by. Perhaps the closet was in there? There were no other doors, except to the hallway. Either it was in there, or Harry could follow Peter into the bathroom to pee. Dicey choice.
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"Mm, with avocado?" Peter pretended to pout, letting his fingers lace loosely with Harry's. Yeah, this Peter clearly wasn't very shy, simply reaching out and taking what he wanted.
Peter cocked his head to the side at Harry's interjection, mid-stretch. It wasn't unusual for Harry to enjoy the view, but something about that seemed...a little off. Still, Peter was Peter, and it just made him stretch a little further, adding a quiet groan to the end for Harry's benefit. Cough. Peter you asshole. "It's not that bad! Jeez, you make it sound like I'm a human dumpster."
"Hey!" That got a playful swat, as Peter picked up his glasses and squared them on his face. "When we got our joint account I contributed a whopping $800 - " Well, kinda. Does it count if Peter is on your will? And being more or less less of an idiot about money (although common sense and living as lower middle class kept Peter as Peter. He still bought store brand except on the few items Harry threw a fit about. And he thought through every single purchase - and none of his Christmas, Birthday, or Anniversary gifts to Harry were ever bought with anything but what Peter had earned himself).
Peter wasn't exactly helpful, scratching his stomach and wandering into an adjacent door that led to the bathroom, if the slap of his feet on tile was anything to go by. Perhaps the closet was in there? There were no other doors, except to the hallway. Either it was in there, or Harry could follow Peter into the bathroom to pee. Dicey choice.