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Damon’s POV

I tap gently against the wood of Peter’s bedroom, anything other than a gentle wrap would startle him, and then I’d have to take the time to get him to relax again.

“C-Come in,” Peter calls from the other side.

Taking in a deep breath, I remind myself to speak calmly, to not raise my voice and to be patient with Peter. I let it out slowly and step inside. 

As usual, Peter’s room was all shapes and angles formed by the stacks and stacks of books he had carefully placed all around his room. 

In the centre, where Peter’s bed rested amongst it all, laid Peter his head peeking out from under his many sheets and pillows, his phone resting in one hand. 

Peter sits up at the sight of me, his lips turning up in a kind smile, though I could see the nerves in his eyes.