[It can be a tiny open secret between them, even if it's mostly true. Or it will be, in time. With closeness and pizza.

Peter casually drops his weight into his feet, locking himself in place on the floor in the middle of the apartment with his fingers hanging loosely in Loki's as he leanssss back at what doesn't look like a very comfortable angle but is fully possible with spider-ankles.]

It's a big shower.

[He sways Loki's arm side to side a few times, head tilted downward slightly to look at his boyfriend with a careful, contemplative stare and a faint ghost of a smile on his lips.]

And if I'm left alone I'll probably start singing LeAnn Rimes thinking no-one else can really hear it, but we both know it'll just... echo right around this place so bad that even the pizza guy will hear while you're making that call. Think of the pizza guy, Loki. He doesn't deserve that.