[Peter says it as if he has control over such things. He doesn't, and with his blues looking into those blown roofie greens, he can't bring himself to lie and make promises like it'll be fine.
Instead he pulls him in close, holding on to him, and he's high on the emotion and the fear. It's almost an accident; foreheads brushing together, Roman feverish against his skin, and their mouths touch and for Peter it feels like everything goes still.]
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[Peter says it as if he has control over such things. He doesn't, and with his blues looking into those blown roofie greens, he can't bring himself to lie and make promises like it'll be fine.
Instead he pulls him in close, holding on to him, and he's high on the emotion and the fear. It's almost an accident; foreheads brushing together, Roman feverish against his skin, and their mouths touch and for Peter it feels like everything goes still.]