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Peter hadn't been sleeping very well--just having a hard time falling asleep and staying there. It didn't have anything to do with not being in his own bed or having Bennet there, though usually that helped, just some nights he couldn't shut his brain off and relax enough to go to sleep. It just happened sometimes.
He had stayed in bed for a little while, but sometime past midnight, he looked over at Noah, who was still asleep, and kissed his forehead before he climbed out of bed, grabbing his hoodie as he headed toward the kitchen. It was chilly, certainly without the warmth of the bed, but his hoodie and pajama pants were enough for now. He wasn't planning on staying up that much longer. Peter grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and filled it with water, standing at the sink. It was quiet tonight.
He had stayed in bed for a little while, but sometime past midnight, he looked over at Noah, who was still asleep, and kissed his forehead before he climbed out of bed, grabbing his hoodie as he headed toward the kitchen. It was chilly, certainly without the warmth of the bed, but his hoodie and pajama pants were enough for now. He wasn't planning on staying up that much longer. Peter grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and filled it with water, standing at the sink. It was quiet tonight.