Liz felt like maybe she should say no - they had been spending the night more than usual it seemed and part of her worried about giving Peter his space. Another part of Liz wanted to desperately say yes. The idea of being in an empty bed with just her imagination seemed like a recipe for disaster.

Liz looked over the flat area of his chest, taking in quietly how the fabric of his shirt naturally bunched up a little here and there. She reached out and ran her finger over a bump, watching it flatten momentarily.

"...Are you sure it's okay? I mean, with, with Alec." Since she was sure, if he was here, he heard everything. Thankfully she was too tired at the moment to feel embarrassed, but she'd feel it later.