A Room at the Arms, Monday Morning

There were a couple of mostly empty food service carts in the room. Crumbs in the bed. Several messages on Natalie's phone now that it wasn't dead to the world outside Fandom again.

Natalie was not aware of these things. She wasn't even aware of how her cheek was smushed against Peter's shoulder, or how her arm was draped over him.

But she would be soon, most likely.

[ooc: For the former husband.]