Who leaves their stuff around:
"Peter." Gwen sighed heavily, shutting the front door behind her. She bent, picking up his backpack. She moved forward in the apartment, rolling her eyes as she found his coat, pants, shirt, and shoes. "Come on, Peter…" She muttered, annoyed. She stopped in the doorway to their bedroom, smiling and leaning against the doorway, watching him sleep. How could she stay mad at him when he was like this?
Gwen set the bundle of clothes and his backpack down, making her way over and draping a blanket over Peter. "Sleep well, bug boy." She whispered, kissing his cheek.