[ Peter was sitting up, feet curled up underneath him because he was already tired of being forced to lay down and stay put. He would stay in the medbay, grumpily, but he wasn't going to lay down anymore even if it made the world swim more than it should, and even if his stomach complained with every tip of his head. He was still being administered fluids but he was convinced he could leave. Sort of.
But there was something about being sick that just made Peter want basic comforts, and so Nathan's appearance alone perked him up, making him sit up a little straighter and pulling his knees up to his chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Just wanting Nathan somewhere nearby. ]
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But there was something about being sick that just made Peter want basic comforts, and so Nathan's appearance alone perked him up, making him sit up a little straighter and pulling his knees up to his chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Just wanting Nathan somewhere nearby. ]
Yeah, so i've heard.