The skin on skin contact slid through Piotr's mind. They had once agreed that they would take things slow. Piotr had promised to ask Rob on a date, and never had. The black and white planet with its backwards views on life had stood in their way, then the space ship. And then, what? He didn't remember anything from then to now, so he supposed the stasis.
Perhaps... once they were both over their initial angst of loss...
"It takes much for me to get shit faced, my friend." Piotr shook his head. "I will help you look for your people, but I know for sure the ones that I have tried to find are not here. There is no sense in hoping for them now."
The wall... that was a mighty tempting idea. Piotr hadn't done anything stupidly suicidal since... well. Since Castiel. And was it really suicidal when he knew what he did and he could do what he could do? It was more like a playground excursion.
"You are unarmed, or I would say let us go to the walls immediately."