Peter wasn't a particularly light sleeper to begin with, and he was exhausted, so he didn't stir when Roman came close, shifting in closer to where Peter was curled up, almost fetal position on the mat, hands tucked in against his chest. He felt safe here, in the studio, even if things between him and Roman were awkward, complicated... maybe now more than ever, he still felt safe here. He had friends, ex-lovers, and this place was the pillars of his passion. Olivia might be cool, but they tolerated one another, based on a sort of mutual respect. She'd been a very, very good dancer, even if she was retired.

This place was home. He didn't really have one anyway; a little studio apartment he lived in by himself. He didn't really need a bigger place, but it got lonesome. Had ever since he'd stopped living with his mother, though he was pretty good at not letting it show.

Peter sighed in his sleep as Roman tucked dark hair back behind the gypsy boy's ear. He shifted a little, chasing Roman's fingers, nuzzling into them softly. He had always been desperate for affection, and he wanted Roman, he maybe even needed him, even if he had trouble with the words. With figuring out how to go from where they were now to talking about it.

He could only speak in how their bodies moved together.