[ Peter’s own routine isn’t any more involved; with his jacket already off, he merely kicks off his boots and pulls his blasters out of their holsters, setting them aside, ready to grab at a moment’s notice. Once McCree settles in, Peter reaches over and clicks off the light on the nightstand, and the darkness that settles in masks the suspicious look Peter sends his way.
Despite his wariness, though, and his every instinct screaming at him to keep his wits about him, exhaustion catches up to Peter pretty quickly, and he falls asleep not too long after his head hits the pillows. ]
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Despite his wariness, though, and his every instinct screaming at him to keep his wits about him, exhaustion catches up to Peter pretty quickly, and he falls asleep not too long after his head hits the pillows. ]