Peter's sure there's no real point in just staying in bed-he's not tired. He wishes he was but he's just not and staring up at the ceiling is both boring and dangerous because it opens the door to let the bad thoughts in. And who knows, maybe a glass of water will do him so good.

"Y-Yeah... water sounds good." He agrees, voice still quiet as he climbs down from his bunk. He's just in pajamas and no shoes but if it's just a trip to the kitchen there's no real need to put on clunky hiking boots.