"What the fuck-" Peter was still not over processing Letha's death not the news that the baby was alive and then Roman let everything fall out of his mouth like all of this was normal shit. He knew Upirs were not to be trusted but this was a while new level of fucked up.
Peter shook his head. "We have even packed up yet... I had just gotten out of the car to go the trailer, and then I was here-" Too many things were happening at once for this. He took a long drag of his joint and held it out for Roman to take.
"I knew your mother was a cunt, but shit..." Peter slid down further in his seat, trying to make himself small in hopes that he might just disappear back into his body from this fucked up dream. It wouldn't be the first one he shared with Roman after all.