Peter lowered his head onto his hand as if the younger boy was giving him a serious headache. He tried not to smirk at Jacob when he slapped Roman in the back of the head. It reminded him of the days when they would get hits like that in school. He then ran a hand through his dark hair in an annoyed way and then faced Roman, while sparring Emmett a brief glance. It was a bombshell and he knew it, but he figured that Roman didn't have a clue.
"You are far from docile, Roman. Hell you're probably one of the strongest people I know to go through what you did before you met me, but the fact is that you can't wrap your head around the fact that I don't remember killing you. I came here hoping to find my friend, but I got welcomed with you hating me, and your friends following suit except the ones who actually gave a damn. You're so terrified that I am going to kill you that you can't even be in the same room as me. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it already. Makes me wonder if you even want me around. Seems like you're perfectly happy without me now that I think about it."