At Cas’s words, Peter’s eyes followed his gaze, tipping his head back to look up at the night sky. It was clear out, and warm compared to the last few times Peter had sought refuge on the roof at this time of night. Light from the city obscured some of the stars’ glow, but it was still a lovely sight, for those inclined to appreciate such things. Peter knew little about stars, but he’d always been a man who appreciated a good view.
He smiled softly at the warmth in Castiel’s request. The ex-angel sounded tired. Peter could relate to that. He couldn’t recall any time in years that he hadn’t felt tired. “Sure,” he murmured, kneeling and then sprawling out on his back, his head laying next to Cas’s. For a moment, he let his thoughts drift, looking up at the sky and the stars and that endless darkness. Inevitably, his thoughts turned back to the latest of worries plaguing him. Peter was trying hard not to think more on the man with Jerry’s face, but even after that weekend, he could not unseat the discomfort, the sense that something was wrong, that they were wrong. There was no reason for it - every test they could think of, this David had more than passed. He was as human as Peter was. It was troubling, that he couldn’t let go of the fear even when there was no reason for it.
Peter wanted to stop worrying about it. He just wanted to be left alone, to enjoy his time with his friends and have a peaceful life here. There were bright points in his life, even when he was troubled. He wanted to focus on them. “Can you tell me some of them? The ones you remember?” he asked. Peter tended to forget at times just how old Castiel was. Turning his head slightly towards his friend, he added curiously, “Did they look that different back then?”