Pete was not someone to sleep late. Generally. Sometimes he did love to sleep in a liiiittle bit though. And that meant that he was still asleep tucked against Vegas. Complete with a tiny bit of drool at the corner of his mouth as he seemed to murmur something incomprehensible in sleep. At least he was until Vegas moved and then his bodyguard instincts kicked into overdrive to wake him right up with an arm up and ready to put the man under him.

Only to realize that said man had just rolled over to face him. Blinking, he let himself relax a bit, hand moving instead to rub the sleep off of his face.

"...you okay?"