Peter's little snark wasn't worth biting back at, besides, he could hardly complain given that he'd admitted it as much himself. Roman was just lucky his friend understood him better than anyone else he'd ever met and actually made a few allowances for the bullshit that had been his childhood. "Yeah, maybe that's what I'm thinking," he said with a shrug, "even if you don't believe it's a possibility, you could hook up with someone else." Shit, he hadn't meant to use 'else', but it'd slipped out before he could catch it. Fuck. He closed his eyes, just hoping that Peter didn't catch the slip or figured he'd meant it some other way.
"No, but we are," Roman replied with a small sigh as he looked away from Peter. This was so much bullshit, he hadn't even known what he was feeling himself until he started talking it out with Peter. Now he was starting to get an inkling where this was leading and he wasn't sure he like the shape of it, even if it was an intriguing prospect. "You sure about that?" Roman asked with confused look, "cause right now I'm thinking yelling would probably make a ton more sense." At the very least it would make him feel less vulnerable and Roman hated feeling vulnerable, even in front of Peter.
"That's cause you're smart," he answered with a nod, "and your balls have probably been giving you a few hints about the whole damn thing too," Roman said with a small smirk. Peter couldn't have a monopoly on teasing, after all. He joined Peter on the sofa and grinned, "only in a town where there's a murder ever few days. Shit, we've been here all this time and haven't met anything dead, it must be a record." He frowned, "sorry," he didn't say it often, but Peter'd come home to a shit-storm he hadn't deserved, "I'll do better. Probably."