Peter smoked in silence for the rest of his cigarette, only speaking once he'd stubbed it out. "You're rubbish at this, Carlos," he pointed out without preamble, idly drawing circles on Carl's thigh. "'s supposed to be a secret, yeah? You're throwing words like love and forever about and... someone'll notice, cotton on, and that'll be that. Is that what you want?" he asked, turning to look at him.