[Peter's still reeling from it all, the feel of hands on his body, of the sensation of it. He'd been aching for it almost since he met Roman, but he'd been running from it for just as long. There's a flush to his face, almost a glow to his skin. There's that temptation to say something about sex in Roman's car, but Peter manages to resist, having pushed his luck enough for today. Instead, he invites him down to the Rumancek trailer for a drink and a joint.
He doesn't know anything's amiss, isn't expecting there to be anyone there. The consequences haven't really caught up to him yet; which is to say that he's intentionally trying to avoid thinking about them. Him and Letha aren't dating, but he's not quite dumb enough to think that this will be okay either.
When he opens the door, holding it open for Roman and only notices her bag and then the light blond hair and those Godfrey greens once they're inside, he stops like he'd been struck dumb. He'd got that guilty look about him, even if it's an emotion he's in the process of resisting.
Peter himself hasn't even noticed the suction bruises on his neck, let alone the other marks that Roman's hands left scattered across caramel skin like blood at the scene of a crime.]
Letha...
[He says her name, trying to find something else to say and instead standing there like an idiot.]
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Date: 2014-08-23 02:25 am (UTC)He doesn't know anything's amiss, isn't expecting there to be anyone there. The consequences haven't really caught up to him yet; which is to say that he's intentionally trying to avoid thinking about them. Him and Letha aren't dating, but he's not quite dumb enough to think that this will be okay either.
When he opens the door, holding it open for Roman and only notices her bag and then the light blond hair and those Godfrey greens once they're inside, he stops like he'd been struck dumb. He'd got that guilty look about him, even if it's an emotion he's in the process of resisting.
Peter himself hasn't even noticed the suction bruises on his neck, let alone the other marks that Roman's hands left scattered across caramel skin like blood at the scene of a crime.]
Letha...
[He says her name, trying to find something else to say and instead standing there like an idiot.]