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A few hours after Pete lay down flat on the floor, even he had to admit that this wasn't going to work. There was no way he would be able to get comfortable enough to sleep.
Maybe Nancy was right. Maybe he was a pushover, because there was no way anyone else in the house would have offered to sleep on the floor in their own room. Especially not without a mattress.
It was the kind of thing that made him angry when he thought about it too long. And it was hard not to think about it right now, considering he was in the situation.
That was it. Pete got up and walked out of the room, heading to one of the common areas. Maybe it was rude, but he needed to get some sleep. He could figure out what to do about the situation tomorrow.
He ended up heading to the library. It had a decent sized couch and no one would be in there before he woke up, at the very least.
Except, when he entered the room, dark besides a little moonlight shining in through the window, Trevor was already lying on the couch.
Pete stopped in his tracks. "What are you doing here?"
"Thor's having a nightmare," Trevor said. His voice was thick with exhaustion. "He keeps yelling about murder in his sleep. What are you doing here?"
"The floor hurts. I was going to sleep here. But I can just go downstairs."
Trevor sat up. "You don't have to go down. We can just share the couch for tonight."
As far as Pete could tell, it didn't seem like there was enough room for that. But he was so tired. And he really didn't want to go looking for another place to sleep right now.
"Okay," he said slowly.
Trevor moved over and lay down as Pete made his way to the couch. He stood there awkwardly for a minute, not exactly sure what to do.
"Come here," Trevor said. Then he took hold of Pete's wrist and pulled him closer, until he had to lie down beside Trevor.
Pete hadn't shared a bed with anyone else in a long time, much less a couch. It was kind of nice. Trevor was surprisingly warm considering that he had been dead for twenty years.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
Trevor squeezed his wrist lightly. "Good night."
It had been a really long night. So before Pete could even reflect on the fact that Trevor was still holding onto him, he felt himself sinking into sleep. He didn't try to fight it.
The sun had already risen by the time Pete woke up the next morning. That almost never usually happened. He liked to stick to his routine.
Shifting his position, he came face to face with Trevor, who was still asleep.
Pete didn't think he had ever been up this close to Trevor before. Or maybe he had just never paid attention. Because he definitely would have noticed how long Trevor's eyelashes were. Or how soft his hair looked.
Trevor's hand was still around Pete's wrist, gripping tightly. Pete carefully twisted his hand so he could do the same, his fingers brushing against where Trevor's pulse would have been if he were alive.
He knew he shouldn't have done it. But it felt like some string in his chest was being pulled, dragging him towards the edge of a cliff he hadn't even known he was standing on.
When he glanced back up, Trevor was blinking his eyes open. He gave Pete a loose grin. "Hey."
Then, before Pete could even respond, Trevor leaned in and kissed him.
Pete knew he probably should have pulled away. In fact, there were a million things he could have done and all of them involved taking himself out of the situation.
But there was nothing he wanted to do more than kiss Trevor back. Even though it was selfish.
So, for the first time, he did it anyway.
Trevor was good at this. When he placed his hand on Pete's back to pull him in closer, Pete swore it felt like fireworks were sparking through his chest.
When he pulled back, Trevor was looking at him, something lingering in the depth of his eyes that Pete couldn't quite make sense of. He had nice eyes. Like a baby deer or something. That was definitely a weird thing to think.
Suddenly, Pete felt the inexplicable urge to run.
"I need to go," he said abruptly.
Trevor's expression morphed into a look of confusion. "Wait, what?"
Pete didn't know what to say. In his moment of hesitation, he felt Trevor take hold of his wrist, tight enough that he would have to pull away to leave.
"Okay, hold on," Trevor said slowly, like he was trying to calm Pete down. It wasn't really working. "Can we talk about this? Because I already have to figure out the whole Thor situation and I'd really not like to have to do that with anything else."
"That's fine. I can go."
"That's not what I meant." Trevor sighed. "Can we just talk about this?"
That was the absolute last thing Pete wanted to do. But Trevor was being oddly mature about the situation. Pete almost felt guilty leaving, even though it would probably save him a ton of pain and humiliation.
Oh, well. It seemed like he was being humiliated on a daily basis these days anyway. Might as well get it over with now instead of in front of the others or something.
Pete was good at finding a silver lining.
"Okay," he said uncertainly. Trevor loosened his grip immediately, although it still felt like his fingers were burning into Pete's wrist.
"I'm sorry," Trevor said. "I shouldn't have done that. I know you're into Alberta."
"Not really." Pete wasn't anymore, not since he realized Alberta didn't like him back. There was only so much hoping he could do before it started to feel too pathetic.
Trevor frowned. "Wait, then why did you leave? I thought you were into it too."
"I was. I just - I thought you weren't."
"What are you talking about? I was the one who kissed you."
Pete hated this. He didn't want to talk about any of this, but clearly either Trevor was clueless or he just wanted to make Pete say it. And unfortunately, Pete was pretty sure it was the former.
"I don't know," he said, forcing the words out. It felt like swallowing glass. "I'm just not the type of person you like."
"Of course I like you." Trevor squeezed his hand. When Pete glanced up, there was something soft in his eyes. "And you like me, right?"
Pete leaned in and kissed him. Carefully, gently, not like the first time. When he pulled back, Trevor grinned, slinging an arm around him.
"So we're cool?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah. We're cool."
"Great. Because I need to go deal with this Thor thing. I can't sleep on this couch for the rest of my afterlife."
Pete laughed despite himself. "Okay. I should probably go figure out my situation too."
"Maybe Sam can get you a mattress. I thought that was what you meant when you offered to sleep on the floor."
Pete made a face. He probably should have asked her for that, but he felt bad, especially when there was so much to do getting ready to open the B&B.
"I should get going," he said. "Jay's probably making breakfast by now."
"Yeah. But no one would miss us if we showed up a little later." Trevor pulled Pete closer, until there was barely any space between them.
Pete usually didn't like to deviate from his routine. But looking into Trevor's eyes, he figured he could make an exception. Just this once.