"Your family? Drugs? You get it that with each explanation, I get more confused, right? Why does she need control?" He had to ask, although he knew the answer. It was staring him right there in the face, the few droplets of blood in Peter's hand.
"So I wasn't going crazy." He really had thought he had. People would have thought that he was cutting himself, and technically he was, but it wasn't to kill himself. "And yeah I found ways." Maybe more than one, but he'd never really considered it. Maybe it was weird to go on someone on her period, but they both enjoyed it. "Okay that description sounds horrible, much worse than the movies."
Roman bit his lip, while his eyes stayed on the blood. He bit so hard that he could taste his own blood and he let out a sigh of contentment. "Me and you." He didn't even know what the fuck that even meant anymore, but he knew what he wanted right now. It wasn't some grand notion of a future together, but something more pressing. He finally raised his eyes to meet Peter. "Can I taste you?"