“No shit.” It wasn’t like that was the first time he had ever said something like that towards Roman. Peter really didn’t get what was wrong. There had to be more to this anger Roman seemed to be displaying, right? “Okay, alright, I get it.” He already said sorry and he already said he’d leave a note next time the two of them took off. There really was nothing else to offer beyond that. “I won’t. Fuck.” He took the bottle and made his way over to the couch. “We were alone,” he replied as he sat down. “Why the five hundred questions?” He glanced over at Roman. “What’s wrong with you tonight?” It was something, he could feel it.