[Peter can't help laughing, even as he's climbing back into his clothes. Wrinkled, and the scent of sex clings to his skin, but fuck it. They'll get through this, somehow. That almost innocent smile doesn't help any, and neither does the way lips press to his shoulder. There are three choices, far as he can see. They either try to soldier on, shut each other out completely, or somehow acknowledge what happened. And the last two are full of shit. So soldiering on it is.]
Fuck, no wonder people hate you.
[He playfully bumps his shoulder into Roman's side. He's got his jeans on, but he's fumbling with his shirt as he looks up at the other boy.]
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Date: 2014-09-20 11:37 am (UTC)Fuck, no wonder people hate you.
[He playfully bumps his shoulder into Roman's side. He's got his jeans on, but he's fumbling with his shirt as he looks up at the other boy.]