"Don't give me that look, man!" Roman told his friend as he looked at him like he'd lost his mind. He knew what Peter was like, dumb wolf shit probably had something to do with why he couldn't pass a leg without trying to hump it first. "Maybe I am," and maybe Peter just had no clue how hearing about the chick had made him feel. So he was overreacting, he'd barely been able to get it out of his head since he'd bounced in all happy about meeting her. "If I feel threatened, maybe Nadia'll pick up on it," Roman said desperately, trying to come up with some vague reason for his bullshit attitude.
He glared for a moment, then shook his head, "I call bullshit," Roman answered. "You wouldn't have been sniffing around the blonde if you didn't feel like you were missing something," he said challenging Peter to deny it. "You're right, we have enough fucked up shit without adding to it." That and it'd leave Roman on the sidelines, a spectator once again. Back home he'd had Shelley, at least, to turn to but here Peter was all he had other than Nadia and as much as he loved his daughter, she wasn't the greatest company. Shit, she didn't even talk! "If they showed up it'd be a fucking miracle and I'd celebrate with you," Roman wasn't arguing that point, "but they're dead and we gotta move on, together." The three of them.
So Peter had all the maternal genes in this parenting relationship, it wasn't news to Roman, so when he took her to her room he wasn't shocked. "Here," he passed over the joint as a reward for his practical parenting, "and I'm not being ridiculous. I got home and you guys weren't here and I started wondering 'what if it was like this always' and I don't want that," Roman finally confessed.