[Peter can't explain why he did it, and even could, he doesn't want to. Not out loud, anyway. The gesture itself tells a story in its own tongue, and hopefully that's enough. A need he can't articulate, save that of all the fucked up things, it involves Roman. There's that energy that moves between them, not static, but something deeper, integral.
Maybe this right here is why he stayed.]
Wouldn't dream of it. You wanna go inside?
[Peter himself isn't moving. Instead he's matching Roman, squeezing his hand in return, the subtle pressures of fingers and contact that makes his heart skip.]
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Maybe this right here is why he stayed.]
Wouldn't dream of it. You wanna go inside?
[Peter himself isn't moving. Instead he's matching Roman, squeezing his hand in return, the subtle pressures of fingers and contact that makes his heart skip.]