"Wade - " He cut off that thread of conversation by rolling over, and Peter wasn't entirely sure it was something he should push. So he didn't, instead wrapping his arms around Wade and snuggling in close, pressing his cheek to Wade's shoulder, thumb rubbing a lazy circle into his abdoman.

That's a really weird saying for your book over proverbs, man.

"Anytime, baby." Peter murmured softly into Wade's ear, tilting his head up to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. "You know that. Anytime you need me, Wade. You're it, for me."