"Don't you start," Peter pointed an accusing finger at Harry, lessened by the smile he was obviously trying (and failing) to keep off his face. Oh yeah, Peter's pretty good at that. It's how they ended up in this apartment, rather than a penthouse somewhere (and a lot of other, little battles along the way). He laughs, mussing Harry's hair. "And that look, stop it, Osborn. I have things to do today. Although, as distractions go, you're not too shabby."

That got Peter to raise an eyebrow, smirk curling the edges of his mouth. "I'd say last night you got pretty loud, babe."

"Sunday dinner? Have you still not penciled that into your calendar? It's only been like...jesus, I don't even know. Since forever, you've been coming to these, you dork." Peter crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. "Radioactive, I'm serious. If I could only get a sample for testing - but it'd probably turn into a green rage monster, so then again, maybe not." Another eyebrow raise, you're getting a lot of these, Harry. "I love your selective memory, truly. Can't remember what we did to the kitchen but I'm sure the shower part is crystal clear."

Peter hummed, kissing Harry's shoulder gently and lolling his head to the side to look at the picture Harry was pointing at. That got a soft huff of a laugh, when he saw which one it was, and Peter's lips moved a little closer to Harry's neck, still on his shoulder. "Mine too. S'why I put it up." There aren't a lot of pictures of Peter on the wall, yes, because he was the photographer, but also because he didn't particularly like putting his face up on the wall. Out of all the pictures Harry took, that day when Peter gave him free reign, that one just took his breath away. It may have looked a little clumsy, but you could tell a lot about a person from the photos they took, and that one told Peter everything he needed to know about his husband.

"Mm, I'd beg to differ," Another kiss, this time on Harry's neck as Peter gets in close. "You're cuter."