"Hey," Peter replies -- quietly, as per Roman's request. He doesn't really know what to say here, but at the moment, it seems no one's bolting for the door. Truthfully, Peter isn't entirely certain that person shouldn't be him. Running's always been second nature whenever something unexpected happens -- easier to run than it is to let himself get hurt. But, he's staying, lying here and enjoying the warmth.

There's that uneasy feeling, but he ignores that for the moment, or the day, or honestly for as long as he can. Peter's just about always the last person who wants to talk about feelings, so he's just going to focus on the warmth, and the languid ease in his body and not that hum of questions in the back of his head.