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Darkness encapsulates the room except for the low light from the moon emitting from the blinds. Peters head rests on Wades chest, the only movement throughout the calm apartment is the rise and fall of their synced, deep breaths.
“I think I’d have to take your name” Peter blurts out.
A silence rests between the two, like a thick fog. Peters sleepy haze keeping him from feeling shame for implying something so serious so suddenly, and Wade only keeping his mouth shut because he’s caught so off guard. The stuffy silence prompts Peter to continue his sleep ridden rant.
“I mean… we both are privileged with alliteration names, but I’d need to take yours,”
“Baby boy,” Wade sucks in a deep breath, hoping Peter wasn’t hinting at IT, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Well, you’re Wade Winston Wilson,”
“Yeah, that is my name, you’re right.” Wade lets out cautiously, not wanting to hint at any of his thoughts or feeling.
“And I’m Peter Benjamin Parker,”
“Uh huh, that’s true”
“So it’d be unnatural, and honestly cruel, for me to take your Ws from you!”
“You get three whole Ws. Who would i be to tell you you can’t have that for my measly two Ps?”
“Peter, baby, I will take your PP any day.”
….
“Never mind.”