[ He looks skeptical for a second, but admittedly, this is a pretty good compromise for the situation. Neither of them has to sleep on the floor, and neither do they have to navigate the awkward dance of propriety when trying to share a bed. Not that Peter has ever considered himself someone who stands on ceremony, but he at least prides himself on not being a total sleezeball.
He kicks off his boots and unfastens his last weapon – a sheathed dagger at his back – to leave it resting beneath his pillow. He doesn’t expect trouble, but it’s an old habit he picked up from his shadier days that he has yet to break. He does one last circuit of the room – another bad, slightly paranoid habit – before he brings the lamp over to the nightstand. He snuffs the light before he slips under the covers, mindful of Yan’s position at the corner of the bed, and he lets out a relieved sigh as he settles. It’s been about a week since he last slept in a proper bed, and depending on how the meeting with the alchemist goes tomorrow, it could be his last time for a while. ]
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He kicks off his boots and unfastens his last weapon – a sheathed dagger at his back – to leave it resting beneath his pillow. He doesn’t expect trouble, but it’s an old habit he picked up from his shadier days that he has yet to break. He does one last circuit of the room – another bad, slightly paranoid habit – before he brings the lamp over to the nightstand. He snuffs the light before he slips under the covers, mindful of Yan’s position at the corner of the bed, and he lets out a relieved sigh as he settles. It’s been about a week since he last slept in a proper bed, and depending on how the meeting with the alchemist goes tomorrow, it could be his last time for a while. ]
Night, Yan.