No. Fuck. I'll take a picture and scan it at the library. Watch it, I'll figure that shit out just to fuck with you.
[The humor didn't last long, unfortunately. Only until Roman was asking if the joint would help. Until Peter was trying to find an answer that wasn't a total bald-faced fucking lie, and then Roman said the words that Peter had been hoping that maybe they could avoid. Just pass the night in quiet bullshit, and not talk about what was happening until it was too late.
He'd almost thought it might be kinder that way.]
Yeah, I know. Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong, what are you feeling.
[He wants to say it'll be okay, but he can't. Instead he flops down next to him on the couch, reaching up and touching a hand to his cheek, so he can feel the warmth of his skin.]
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Date: 2014-08-13 04:24 am (UTC)[The humor didn't last long, unfortunately. Only until Roman was asking if the joint would help. Until Peter was trying to find an answer that wasn't a total bald-faced fucking lie, and then Roman said the words that Peter had been hoping that maybe they could avoid. Just pass the night in quiet bullshit, and not talk about what was happening until it was too late.
He'd almost thought it might be kinder that way.]
Yeah, I know. Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong, what are you feeling.
[He wants to say it'll be okay, but he can't. Instead he flops down next to him on the couch, reaching up and touching a hand to his cheek, so he can feel the warmth of his skin.]