"Hey, Peter?" A voice asked him, causing him to look up. Mike was standing there in the doorway, dressed in his pajamas, looking at Peter with a worried expression on his face.

"How long have you been out?" He asked and Peter looked around, finding himself back on the patio and shrugged slowly.

"It's past 10," Mike said. "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

Peter looked back up at him and shrugged again after a moment. Mike let out a sigh and approached him.

"Come on," he said. "You need to sleep."

"You don't sleep," Peter said as he made it to his feet. "Why should I?"

Mike sighed, not wanting to have an argument this late.

"You haven't slept since you came home," he explained, wrapping an arm around him. "You really need to rest."

Peter closed his eyes and sighed, not understanding the double standard. If Mike never slept, why was he supposed to? Before he had the chance to make his point, Peter was being led inside and up the stairs. He was already half way up when that came to him. He sighed, keeping his head down as they reached the top.

"You alright?" Mike asked as the two made their way up the final few steps. Peter frowned and looked up at Mike, studying his face closely. He never answered the question and Mike let out a sigh, grabbing onto Peter's arm and bringing him into the bedroom. Peter watched Mike closely as he let go of his hand, going to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of pajamas and turned back around to Peter, who was simply staring at him blankly. He let out a slight sigh as he pushed the clothes into Peter's hands.

"There," Mike said. "Now go change."

Peter's head tilted toward the side, looking between the clothes and Mike. Mike let out a sigh, taking the clothes back as he helped Peter change into the pair of pajamas. When he was done, Mike took his dirty clothes and put them into the laundry pile as Peter followed behind him, watching over his shoulder as he did.

Mike had to smile as they came back into the bedroom. He led Peter to his bed and as Mike began to undo the covers, that was when it clicked for Peter as he began to crawl in bed.

"There you go," Mike said, tucking him in. "Good night."

Peter hummed and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes as Mike got into his own bed. Right as he was about to drift off asleep, Peter heard a strange and consistent noise that kept him up. He let out a sigh as he sat up, rubbing his eyes awake, looking around for the source of the noise. Eventually, he found it coming from Davy's bed.

As Davy muttered and whimpered, shifting around constantly, Peter found himself slowly creeping across the room and toward Davy's bed, trying not to wake the others. He just sat there at the foot of the bed, watching the Brit's every move closely, unsure of what else to do.

After a few moments, Davy woke himself off with a gasp, placing a hand on his chest, looking around the room wildly. He yelped when he noticed Peter sitting cross legged at the foot of his bed, head cocked slightly to the side as he stared at him.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" He snapped but Peter didn't acknowledge the question.

"Were you dreaming?" He asked in a whisper and Davy sighed and nodded, laying back down and hiding his eyes with a hand.

"What were you dreaming about?"

It seemed like a ridiculous question. He was having the same dream he had been having for months. He dreamed he was lying on the ground as Micky and Mike were pulling his ankles, trying to pull both him and Peter back up onto flat land. He dreamed of the sound of Peter's cries and desperate pleas as his hand began to slip from Davy's. Then suddenly, he fell and Davy just watched helplessly as he did.

"It doesn't matter…" he sighed, trying to look anywhere but at Peter. It hurt too much.

"Was it a good dream?"

That was the question that confused Davy the most. Surely he would've been able to tell that it wasn't, right? He finally caught Peter staring blankly at him, unable to distinguish between joy and pain, and he let out a sigh.

"Yeah, a good dream," he lied, turning away and laying back down. "Go back to bed."

Peter looked at him for a long moment before nodding and getting back into his own bed, Davy turning and watching him as he did. He was broken, unable to show or understand emotion anymore and it was horrible to see him like that.

"Hey, Peter," Davy called out, causing the blonde to turn and look at him.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice trembling slightly. Peter blinked and stared at him for a long moment in silence before nodding slowly.

"That's nice…" he whispered as he turned over onto his side, pulling the covers over him.