"Dozing off without me?" Peter laughed and passed Wade his plate as he sat up, sliding onto the bed cross-legged with his own plate. He leaned over to peck Wade's cheek, quirking a brow at him. "I told you I was the king of breakfast food."

"Eat up," Peter ripped a chunk out of his waffle, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He needed new ones - didn't he always? - but hadn't gotten around to getting frames that actually fit him.