[Kind isn't a word easily put to Letha, at least not for Peter. There's a light to her, and he cares about her -- in his own way, not the one she wants -- but she is still every bit a Godfrey. She takes what she wants, and the more he tries to get free, the more trapped he feels.
He shrugs his shoulders, refusing to apologize. Roman was the one that fucking brought her up in the first place. He doesn't love her, even if he's told that lie, and Roman seemed to believe it well enough. It had seemed safer, at the time.
Fuck this shit. Fuck Godfreys and their belief that they can own people as surely as any other goddamn thing. Fuck people and feelings altogether, for that matter. And especially Roman and how he makes Peter's heart skip.]
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He shrugs his shoulders, refusing to apologize. Roman was the one that fucking brought her up in the first place. He doesn't love her, even if he's told that lie, and Roman seemed to believe it well enough. It had seemed safer, at the time.
Fuck this shit. Fuck Godfreys and their belief that they can own people as surely as any other goddamn thing. Fuck people and feelings altogether, for that matter. And especially Roman and how he makes Peter's heart skip.]
I didn't know I was ever good company.
[Smart ass as always.]