What an incredible dream. This was, of course, assuming Peter would let Harry do such a thing - or if he'd insist that he pay his portion of the rent, which...to be honest, Peter wouldn't be able to afford. They'd go to college together, maybe, late nights where Peter fell asleep on Harry's shoulder, textbooks scattered in his lap. Peter inevitably setting the kitchen on fire, because Harry was certainly the better cook out of the two of them, but maybe Peter wanted to surprise his friend with breakfast...

But reality isn't quite as nice to them, is it? Certainly not as comfortable as where they are right now, nothing to taint this infinite moment of cuddling and love.

"You get what you pay for," Peter teases, pressing a light kiss to Harry's throat.

"Have you ever thought to yourself, 'hm, maybe I can stop being a shit for five minutes'?" Peter snorts, tangling their legs together. He's not afraid to get close, and there's nothing platonic about it when Peter hums contentedly at the kiss Harry presses to the top of his head. "Just because I believe in ghosts - I never should have told you, honestly - "

Maybe it says something how thoroughly Harry's mind understands Peter, that it can conjure up such a convincing version of his best friend.

Peter turns his face up towards Harry with a grin, tilting his cheek into Harry's light touch. The smile he gives him is a little guilty - because it is a shame, to go all that way and for Peter to feel like maybe he's wasting Harry's vacation - but a smile nonetheless. He leans in to kiss Harry again, just a gentle, short brush of lips. "I can think of way better things to do in bed than hide. It's not so bad, when I've got you...distracting me."