Eyes blinked open at the sound of Roman's voice, Peter rubbed his eyes, half stretching and moving the mess of hair from his face. He had made the chair as comfortable as he could, since it was hard enough being on the small bed. For such a lanky guy, Roman took up a lot of room and not just height-wise. A soft groan escaped his lips as he stretched further.
It was not like Peter had not seen him naked before since they did not keep him in clothes when he was in a coma, and Roman had seen him naked more often than would be usual- watching him transform when possible. "I'm still fucked up this place is the worst." He felt off still because he had not been ready for the full moon and on the bus, he did not feel any kind of shift of the moon like he did when he stepped off into London.
Unlike his friend, though, he was sleeping mostly dressed, since he did not have a bed in there. Pulling out a cigarette tucked into his jacket that lay beside the chair, he looked over at Roman. "I don't want to be alone here, okay." He threw the tin of hand rolled cigarettes and matches at Roman.