Peter glared at Roman. Yeah, okay he misunderstood what Roman had meant. “Then don’t fucking feel threatened.” It was as simple as that. Especially because he was feeling threatened over something stupid. “Let’s just say you’re hard to predict when you’re throwing a fit.” Any other time and Peter was pretty good at guessing what Roman might be up to. “She’s not going to go psycho on anyone.”
Seriously the more crap that spilled out of Roman’s mouth the more Peter just stared. So, what, was he not supposed to talk to anyone or meet anyone ever again? Should he just be bound to Nadia and Roman? “You just what?” he asked, waiting for Roman to finish the sentence. And when he did, Peter almost wanted to laugh. When he met Sam he had been alone. And today at the park it was just himself and Nadia. Nobody else. So, Roman’s words meant something else. “Oh my god,” he said as if it all made sense now, “you’re jealous.” That’s what felt off about all of this. He was acting like some jealous girlfriend. “I’d rather think of them doing something as ridiculous as that then thinking they’ve been murdered by some unseen thing in the cosmic universe.” If Roman wanted to think the worse, that was fine, but Peter didn’t want to think that way. If he did, he was afraid he might lose it and that would be bad.
“And yet we’ve all been brought to each other because of one reason or another.” Something always brought them back together, so he figured they were just meant to be stuck with one another. “Quit thinking about what happened back at home. We’re not there anymore. We’re here now.” Maybe they’ll actually be able to live somewhat normal lives. He took the joint back. “I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I just do.” He laughed a little. “It’s a super power now?” He handed the joint back once he took a couple of hits off it. “You just need to not freak out over the small things.”