Roman made a face. "All right, that's disgusting. I hope you know and it's doing really nothing for my libido." He faked a shiver. "Disgusting I tell you." He sighed. "Still, I don't know what the fuck I can do, Peter. I... crave blood, but until today I didn't know why or that I was supposed to. I hurt myself so I didn't have to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you either and just because you can't die, it doesn't mean that you're a blood bank."
He smacked Peter's arm. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want to get laid or are we doing our best not to? Because in that case, let's grab some food and then we can continue your comedy show."
He knew what he was doing, what they were both doing, but he also knew that Peter would never admit it, so once again he took the first step. "I'm scared shitless. Not just because I've never fucked a guy, which I haven't, but- There's no turning back, and you scare me. Not because you're a werewolf, I don't give a shit about that, but because you can hurt me. I've spent the weeks before coming here, doing nothing because I felt like a part of me had been ripped out. I looked so miserable that my mother took me to your trailer and when I found out that you were gone, I was even more miserable. So yeah I want to, but I'm scared."