Peter smiled as he watched Asmodeos sleep. He was so peaceful, his albino. And yet, Peter knew for a fact that as soon as Asmodeos woke up, the same old problems would resume. It was unfair to call it such, Peter knew.
And yet, he still decided to do so. It was not like he was the same Peter as before. He was getting colder. And Asmodeos, as much as he tried to keep him sane, wasn't having much success with it all.
And so, Peter ran his hand through soft white locks, not knowing what the future had in store for him. The night was calm around him.
He looked around, noticing that there were small lights in the crowns of the trees.
Those were probably fireflies, or maybe even some sort of variety of the common fruit fly, he thought. But Peter got suspicious.
If Asmodeos was so keen on spying on him, even after falling asleep, then Peter didn't think that they could manage to come to an agreement.