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[heyunderoos]

We'll google it later. [Peter mumbles with no real forethought at the fact he can't google anything here. His eyes droop shut at the feeling of fingers in his hair.

He yawns, stretching big before settling down again. It doesn't take very long for Peter to start making that sound again.

Being warm, comfortable close to people he cares about does the job of knocking him out.]

[certaininequities]

Google it...?

[the search engine has only just gained a foothold in his time, so Norman's a little surprised to hear it being used as a verb all its own. but Peter is already bruxing again, and Otto has gone silent beside him. the sudden rush of warmth that fills his heart is almost too much to hold.

Norman's glad that neither of them are awake to see him blink back the tears as he gives Peter's curls a few last gentle strokes. They feel so much like Harry's - one more reason Peter is like a second son to him, now. He lays his head down against Otto's back, and is reminded just how pleasant it is to lie close to another warm body after years of cool satin sheets on empty beds. How reassuring, to not be alone.]

Love you both.

[he whispers it like a secret to the silent room, like a prayer, and closes his eyes. the sound of their counterpoint breathing soon lulls him off to sleep after them.]