[He smiles at the familiar grip and reaches for the gameboy, playing on it for a few long, silent minutes. Every once in awhile, he'll murmur something back to Peter, nudge against his cheek when he's trying to get him to pay attention, points out a mechanic in the game- but when that gets tiresome, he's more than content to let himself relax fully against the other boy and close the game.
He'll probably fall asleep like this in a few minutes, without really saying another word. Just warm, comfortable, trusting.
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[He smiles at the familiar grip and reaches for the gameboy, playing on it for a few long, silent minutes. Every once in awhile, he'll murmur something back to Peter, nudge against his cheek when he's trying to get him to pay attention, points out a mechanic in the game- but when that gets tiresome, he's more than content to let himself relax fully against the other boy and close the game.
He'll probably fall asleep like this in a few minutes, without really saying another word. Just warm, comfortable, trusting.
It's been kind of an exhausting few days.]