Peter had, luckily, not been privy to that beyond Wade's stories. The second he witnessed something like that - well, let's just be glad he hadn't, yet. The streets had some pretty horrific stuff, but watching Wade continue talking after getting decapitated wasn't something he needed to have nightmares about.

Peter's fingers curled against Wade's thigh, thumb rubbing a gentle circle against his sweatpants. "You better not get any maple syrup on my bed, mister."

He kissed Wade back, his own hand moving to Wade's cheek, holding him close. When the kiss broke, Peter kept him there, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you, Wade. Don't you forget that, okay?" His other hand was on the back of Wade's neck, just keeping him close, for a moment.