Room 320, Monday morning

The last thing Sam had wanted to do last night was sleep, but he knew that Peter probably hadn't gotten much rest while he'd been at the clinic, and Sam didn't want to make things any worse for him now. Of course, there was a big difference between sleeping and lying in bed, staring into space and obsessing thinking about all the things he and his other self had done. Sam had managed to nod off a few times, but that just led to dreaming about Chuck, and about the other Peter, the one he'd scarred outside and in, and he ended up waking right back up, feeling even worse than before.

At the moment, Sam was keeping himself going by pressing his body tightly against Peter's and staring at his face. This world was different, but it didn't mean that their lives would automatically be different as well.

[For the boyfriend!]