"May I join you?" A voice asked, snapping Peter back into reality. He nodded and Micky came over, sitting down beside him.

"I know you're not much of a coffee person," Micky started and handed a mug to Peter, "it's hot chocolate."

"Thank you."

He nodded and took a sip out of his own cup. Neither looked at each other, both just focusing out on the sky. Peter frowned when a thought came to him.

"You're up early. It's Saturday, isn't it?"

"Right you are!" He said with his signature goofy grin. "Yeah, I'm more used to getting up early now. I think my body still thinks I need to wake up." That wasn't the reason, they both knew it. "Plus, the couch isn't the most comfortable place to sleep."

"Have you been sleeping on the couch this whole time?"

He nodded with a sigh.

"Haven't been up in the bedroom yet..."

"It's not so bad, actually," Peter whispered, unaware he had even said it out loud. He felt his heartbeat quicken when Micky turned to him, waiting for him to continue.

"I had a nightmare the first night and slept in there. It was a weird sort of comfort, being there...everything's the same. I go there sometimes when you're gone, I don't do anything. I don't touch yours or his stuff, I promise. I just...sit on the floor. Just sit and feel his presence, it's still so strong in the room. It's overwhelming, but...it's okay...it's comforting."

He looked down, fiddling with something in his hands, hoping Micky wouldn't see it. He did and he smiled.

"I remember when you got him that hat." He sighed at the happy memory.

Peter took a deep breath and nodded.

"Why'd you get it? Just out of curiosity."

He shrugged.

"I wanted him to feel more welcome. He wasn't exactly comfortable with us in the beginning and I hoped it would break down some of the barriers between us."

Micky grinned and put an arm around his friend.

"And then you'd get him a different hat every birthday, Christmas, and special occasion!" He joked, causing Peter to giggle a little.

"He had to have options!"

The two laughed together for the first time in what had now been two weeks, but it didn't last very long. The mood quickly changed and Micky began fiddling with his hands.

"Do you think I upset Davy?"

Peter cocked his head to the side, thinking, before shaking it. "No, why?"

"Well, I took him to see Mike yesterday...I thought that maybe it would be better, y'know? He was worried and I hoped the idea of seeing that he was alive and going to be okay would make him feel better. It made you and me feel better...I've never seen Davy have a panic attack before and I can't help but feel like it's all my fault that he did."

"I don't think it's your fault," Peter said softly. "I think that it might've been too much for him and that's why he had the attack, but I don't think that that makes it your fault. I don't think he's upset with you, he just needs a little time. But if you're really worried about this, I can't speak for Davy. You'll have to ask him."

He nodded.

"Thanks for that."

Peter smiled and rested his head on the crook of Micky's neck. He grinned, wrapping a protective arm around the blond. And the two stayed that way, not saying a word, as they watched the sky become light.