Nose wrinkled as he scoffed at Roman's suggestion. "Your money's no good here, Godfrey," he teased back. "For a place with people, it sure looks empty as hell."
Peter rubbed the side of his face. Roman flipping out on him was a fairly normal occurrence, but even if it wasn't Roman, he hid a lot of his own emotions deep down. Never let them see you react. "I had no choice," he retorted quietly. His voice level but just under Roman's. What should he have done? Crawled up the hill to the Godfrey mansion and live in their basement?
Following beside, Peter tried to run a hundred times away from Roman but they were linked in more ways than either of their families felt comfortable with. Left alone, he followed Roman like a lost dog. "You're a fucking idiot," he murmured. "Well," He continued to smoke on his cigarette as they walked. "We're here. You're not dead. I'm not dead. And we'll fucking survive whatever is happening." Peter cleared his throat, lowering his eyes. "I'm sorry... I was going to leave."