[Peter had honestly been glad for the quiet. The curses had seemed annoying, frustrating, but not like what had happened that night. Not dangerous, not bloody. Now he knows better, and all he can do is hope that things stay quiet. Hope isn't frequently in his vocabulary, but Roman seems better. Despite how nervous Peter had been about seeing him, he really does seem like he's alright now.
He still has that question in his head: wouldn't it be better to tell him what he is? And Peter still thinks it's safer like this. Roman has never asked him, and he has to know that Peter knows. He wants to let him be the Warrior with his battleaxe, hold onto the idea of being the dragonslayer in those symbols they're both aware of.
He curls his fingers in against Roman's, looking up at him across the distance between them. It's a spark, a current. Somehow, when he's close to him, his fears about all the ways this could go wrong quiet.]
I know. About the blood thing. But it doesn't have to be dangerous. I uh, I looked it up once.
[Of course, Roman probably knows that. Considering the City had decided to fucking broadcast all of that across the network. He shrugs it off, takes a breath. This is ridiculous and he's shit at admitting things, but with their hands curled together he feels the need to say something. Give them some small piece of truth to hold onto.]
I really like you.
[He's not looking at Roman when he says it, but there's still a weight to it. It's impossible for him to pretend he means anything else.]
no subject
He still has that question in his head: wouldn't it be better to tell him what he is? And Peter still thinks it's safer like this. Roman has never asked him, and he has to know that Peter knows. He wants to let him be the Warrior with his battleaxe, hold onto the idea of being the dragonslayer in those symbols they're both aware of.
He curls his fingers in against Roman's, looking up at him across the distance between them. It's a spark, a current. Somehow, when he's close to him, his fears about all the ways this could go wrong quiet.]
I know. About the blood thing. But it doesn't have to be dangerous. I uh, I looked it up once.
[Of course, Roman probably knows that. Considering the City had decided to fucking broadcast all of that across the network. He shrugs it off, takes a breath. This is ridiculous and he's shit at admitting things, but with their hands curled together he feels the need to say something. Give them some small piece of truth to hold onto.]
I really like you.
[He's not looking at Roman when he says it, but there's still a weight to it. It's impossible for him to pretend he means anything else.]