As it turned out, Peter was still dead to the world even after the creaking, his sheets tangled around him as if he hadn't slept particularly still during the night. His room was nearly spotless, which made his bed look that much worse. Peering in at him showed his legs - still in decent shape from months of backpacking - and his chest, making him maybe look nude but in reality he had boxers on in that mess of sheets. His arms were currently wrapped around the pillow he had his face buried in.

He didn't even so much as shift at the door opening, but Simon was going to have to work a little to crawl in there as it wasn't a particularly big bed and Peter was sprawled in the center of it.