[Peter would point out that he's not a warrior. Not without Roman. Without him he never would have chased the Vargulf, never would have been able to face her when Christina took his face. He was important, always had been, and Peter had needed him, even before they'd been thrown across dimensions together.
Their hands touching, laced together, and Peter isn't pulling away. Roman is warm, and he likes the connection, the feeling. That this is different. That he's okay, that the lines that blurred and pushed too far aren't real. It was just a curse.]
Yeah, you certainly are a dick.
[But he grins, and he lightly bumps his shoulder into Roman's side with a hint of laughter. Peter a dick in a different way, but neither of them are exactly great people. Maybe it's why they mesh so well. He's still smiling, face colored with amusement when the words slip off his mouth.]
I don't think I'd mind. If you wanted to.
[He almost doesn't know why he offers, except that there's that memory of the bathroom before it all went pear-shaped. Of blood-stained kisses and how they were both heated against the other's mouth.]
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Their hands touching, laced together, and Peter isn't pulling away. Roman is warm, and he likes the connection, the feeling. That this is different. That he's okay, that the lines that blurred and pushed too far aren't real. It was just a curse.]
Yeah, you certainly are a dick.
[But he grins, and he lightly bumps his shoulder into Roman's side with a hint of laughter. Peter a dick in a different way, but neither of them are exactly great people. Maybe it's why they mesh so well. He's still smiling, face colored with amusement when the words slip off his mouth.]
I don't think I'd mind. If you wanted to.
[He almost doesn't know why he offers, except that there's that memory of the bathroom before it all went pear-shaped. Of blood-stained kisses and how they were both heated against the other's mouth.]