[Peter doesn't move for a long time, although he stares at Bond and then the blanket and back again with wide eyes.
Eventually though, he picks up the blanket and wraps it tightly around himself, pulling it half over his head like a sweatshirt hood and drawing his knees up to his chest, trying to make himself small as possible.
Then he smells the grilled cheese, and as much as he doesn't want to leave the couch, his stomach rumbles and he cautiously climbs off the couch and follows the smell until he's lingering silently in the doorway with the blanket still cocooned around him.]
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Eventually though, he picks up the blanket and wraps it tightly around himself, pulling it half over his head like a sweatshirt hood and drawing his knees up to his chest, trying to make himself small as possible.
Then he smells the grilled cheese, and as much as he doesn't want to leave the couch, his stomach rumbles and he cautiously climbs off the couch and follows the smell until he's lingering silently in the doorway with the blanket still cocooned around him.]