Peter had set containers of food down on one of the smaller tables, tilting his head to look at Elle who was currently spread out across the bed. "Yeah?" There was a serious tone when she spoke, which alerted him to the fact that something could be wrong, and that changed his expression. "Anything you want." As far as he was concerned, everything else could wait, and they'd work through anything that she wanted to talk about. It was the best that he could offer.
He made his way across the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He was pretty comfortable living with her at this pont, there was always that adjustment period, but they'd gotten over that pretty quick.