Oh dear God, that's a surefire way to give the poor guy a panic attack and potentially get a broken rib when he really panics and accidentally gives you chest compressions too hard. This Peter...it's hard to say. He certainly seems to be in a much better place in this world. If this is a dream, Harry's certainly got quite the mental picture of Peter as a lover. Scarily convincing, almost. But what other answer is there, really? Besides time vortex? Portal to another dimension?

Peter laughs happily at Harry's smile, unable to resist leaning in just one more time for one last peck (lord, the number of times he's said that to himself and ended up twenty minutes late to something important dear God) before he legitimately does pull away, patting Harry's cheek fondly with the hand holding his chin. The fact that it's so normal for them and Harry's staring at him like he gave him the sun is just plain adorable. Doesn't look like that spark is going anywhere anytime soon.

"Hey, people think we're cute. Just making sure you don't forget it." Peter scolds teasingly, mirth shining in his eyes. "Sounds like it would suit you perfectly, then."

"I've got a lab schedule to set for the week and our bills are due next Wednesday so I've got to get them paid today." Peter levels Harry with a mildly annoyed eyebrow raise (like he's not still going to give in anyway, come on). "The whole trip was your idea, you know. I was fine just doing dinner but noooo, someone decided a week in Upstate New York was a better idea. It's not even like we hit a big number you doofus."

"...but I guess five minutes wouldn't hurt." Peter's already tugging Harry back towards the bed, though, knees hitting the comforter as he let himself fall back onto it. "It is pretty romantic, I'll give you that, but it only makes me worry for how you're going to top yourself. Because I know you'll try."