Peter lay in bed next to Juno who was sleeping. He was also tired but was still awake. Perhaps it was because of Juno, out of fear that he would wake up alone again. Which made no sense after all, Juno lived here the worst thing that could happen was him getting up before Peter woke up.
Even though he couldn't sleep this was on of the best nights he'd had in a while. It wasn't one of the nights he'd cried himself to sleep, it wasn't one of those nights he'd stayed awake unable to do anything but miss Juno. Initial shock has turned to anger which quickly burned out into sadness and loneliness.
He really didn't want to go back to mars. But he did. He really didn't want to take that painting. But he did. And most certainly not want to go to Hyperion city to stay until
people gave up looking. But here he was. In Juno's bed, because hotels weren't an option because there was only one person he knew well enough in Hyperion city no, on mars that might let him stay over. He really didn't want to end up here, but he did. Although after talking with Juno and spending time and working things out he thought maybe, just maybe being here wasn't going to be so bad.
Juno had wandered through the dessert for ages, he didn't know how long. He knew it was long enough for Rita to worry so it must have been at least a month. Probably. He was full of regret for leaving Peter and trusting Ramses, he also felt betrayed. When he made it back to Hyperion city he locked himself in his apartment and drank. He eventually got around to calling Rita which resulted in her freaking out and rushing over just to tell him how worried she was.He threw himself into his work, convinced Peter had forgotten about him. There was that thing with the flowers but he didn't know for sure. He'd ask Peter in the morning. It might have made him cry, but nobody could tell in the theatre.
