Peter doesn't recognize him until he looks up, but he doesn't share in the giggling. His stomach turns and he wraps his arms around himself, scowling down at the man hogging all those blankets. "Oh, stuff it," he snaps. Johnny Rabbit Man didn't have to laugh at him; it was an honest mistake.

He should go. He didn't mean to ask him for a cuddle, of all people. Somehow Peter's feet stay rooted to the spot, though, even as he looks toward the door as if hoping he can see a more desirable couch partner in the next room. "It's just cold, alright?"

It's more than the cold, though. Peter wants to crawl in -- and so, in a fit of contrariness, he suddenly does. "Budge up," he says as he all but pushes Johnny to the side to make room for himself and plants his skinny rear next to the other man. "And give me some of those blankets."