There was a kind of relief that he had the joint with him. Even the coke was looking appetizing compared to having to deal with everything Roman had to say- not that he would, but damn. Pushing back his hair from his face, Peter took another long drag of the joint.
"We couldn't stay at the trailer with the town still-" Roman could be dramatic, but who was he to argue when they were literally sitting in a space bus. And as much as Peter thought he would say goodbye before leaving, he knew. He knew Lynda would have pushed for a clean start.
Blue eye raised as he went back to explaining what his mother had said. Peter knew what it all meant. He had been taught all about Olivia's kind from an early age. The fact that she never even briefly mentioned it to Roman was surprising, but one could hide a half upir nature unlike his own werewolf call.
Handing over the joint, Peter shook his head again. "So, we move on. You and I together. We're connected anyway, so even if i did leave, it wouldn't have been forever. This place wanted us together too."