Pete was terrible about recovery most of the time. He'd gotten injured often enough on the job, and always stubbornly refused to rest until he was forced to slow down by order or medical requirement. He probably would've been just as pigheaded about it if he didn't have a partner now who was as stubborn as he was. He still had some aches, and that more than anything else reminded him of how dangerous what he survived was. He'd been lucky and able to stop it. Not everyone could. So he rested and grumped about it, and he went over the case, but then the majority of his time was spent with Kitty now.
When she recommended they share the bed, the look on his face had probably been priceless. No sane man would refuse that, but it'd been a long time since he shared a bed with a woman. They'd gone from unexpected flatmates to something more than flatmates, and everything they did was weighted with just a little bit more sexual tension. Acknowledged sexual tension now, since they'd been in denial about it before. He missed his cigarettes in bed, like he used to have, but he didn't bring them into their room. Pete was typically a restless sleeper, prone to troubled dreams, but he'd either been too tired to have nightmares, or his company made an unconscious difference for him.
He came to almost as if on some level he knew she was up to mischief, blue eyes slanting open and squinting at her. "Mmmrwhat're you doing," he rumbled, a smile immediately coming to his lips. Waking up next to her was a thrilling prospect, and he hadn't come close to taking it for granted. She was so bloody beautiful. Young and energetic and with the right mixture of playful and sassy. Pete had a growing list of mushy thoughts about her that he didn't voice and tried to ignore, because it didn't really fit his rep. He reached over to touch her hair and tugged on it lightly. "I hate cheerful morning people." It had no real meat to it, since he was looking at her with warm affection that said otherwise.