Peter dropped the sandwiches and grabbed a couple glasses and the bottle opener before he made his way back to the bathroom to find Claire up to her shoulders in bubbles. "Looks like you're having a nice night."
He grinned setting the glasses down and opening the bottle he'd brought with him to pour them both a glass, "Think there might be a chance I could make it a bit better for you?" He asked her offering her the first glass he'd poured before he poured himself one as well, and then dropped down to sit on the tub's edge. He'd missed her, which felt strange since they lived together. He saw her more often than anyone, and yet here he was missing her. So it was nice to settle that part of himself that was always wanting more of her.
The rest of the house was quiet, John out for the night and so it was just the two of them for the moment, but looking at her there like that, well Peter was still feeling very good about the night.
"I brought food too if you're hungry, but I thought we could start with this." He added after a beat, just so she knew, but it was good to be back home like this, not so late that all there was to do was crawl into bed again, but to be here with her while they both could enjoy the remainder of the evening they had together.