She still didn't know why it felt so different, but it did. It had to be that it was Peter's room, right? Still, Liz was strangely nervous and was glad that Peter came to get her.

Liz smiled, following him to the bed quietly. She wondered if he felt nervous too, but he probably wasn't over thinking it like she was.

She slid tentatively into bed. The pillows smelled like Peter. It was grounding and her smile warmed again.