[Without a mirror of comparison, without guidance Roman is just a fool hardy Godfrey prince who believes in hints and dreams. There was no solution to the quest of his coma. Only more questions. The questions cease with Peter either out of preoccupation or simply because it is true wakefulness. The other boy is grounded and vigilant. Roman truly believes if anything were wrong Peter would tell him.

They're both warriors, they're both scorpions. That's why they found one another. Clearly that is what it is.]

Yeah. [Fuck. He is smiling when it's so fucking stupid. Seemed sort of out of the blue but now it makes sense. Roman nods.] I remember that.

[Palm to palm and no sign of pulling back.]

I don't want how I act on a fucked curse day to take away from that. I'm a dick. A big one. But so far you get the best of me.

[A head turn and tilt and Peter has green eyes looking at his profile.]

It doesn't have to be dangerous. You're right.