Wade's negative thoughts stop when he feels Peter stirring. His eyes meet Peter's sleepy ones and everything he was worried about just melts away. It was crazy how that seemed to be normal for the time he's been here.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you up, sleeping beauty?" Wade grinned and leaned down to brush his lips against Peter's ever so softly. Just that tiny bit of contact filled him with warmth. "Yeah, baby boy. I think I'm okay now." Lie. But the last thing he wanted was for this Peter to realize that. Wade pressed closer, his hand reaching for the mess on top of Peter's head, fingers gently and carefully working out the tangles. It was next to impossible to keep his hands to himself. One of the only times he felt centered was when he was touching Peter.