Peter pulled himself drowsily to his knees at the sound of a certain scruffy little creature clambering his way into his bed.
"What brings you up here so late?" Peter mumbled in barely a rasp, his eyelids sagging, and his dirty blonde hair sticking upwards and outwards in unimaginable places.
The raccoon, oddly enough, seemed to be wide awake, but not in any good sense of the word. His eyes were shot through with veins of sleeplessness, and his left ear kept batting the air in a near subconscious manner that made Peter ever-so-slightly concerned for his state of thinking.
Rocket's eyes darted back and forth restlessly, having no sense of eye contact with the Terran in front of him.
At last, Rocket toppled with an agonized moan into Peter's arms, the Terran letting out a surprised little fidget as he did so.
Rocket glanced up with a helpless gaze in his eyes, as what looked to be tears seemed to be welling up in the creases of his eyes.
"I-I can't sleep, Peter," he moaned, gritting his teeth as he clutched a tight fistful of Peter's sleepwear.
His face scrunched up in mild frustration. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?! I can't help you! I don't have anything to help you-"
Rocket let out a flustered sigh. "…I can't believe I'm saying this, Peter, but...
…I'd kinda appreciate it if I could sleep in your bed tonight."
Peter's eyes suddenly widened with a warm glow of solace, placing a calloused hand on the raccoon's shoulder.
He gave a roguish grin, smirking to one side. "…Of course you can sleep in my bed for the night, you idiot. Come on in, there's room for everyone-"
But Peter was cut off by the force of the little mammal throwing himself atop the other and near immediately shutting off into a noisy slumber.
With a knowing smirk and a roll of his eyes, Peter went back to sleep, knowing that Rocket would surely sleep better with company in bed.
They were only friends, after all. It wasn't like they'd be anything more.