Peter had to agree: Nine was becoming one of his best friends, and it wasn't just because they spent time together working out. Peter felt comfortable enough to even have this conversation with Nine, which was telling enough.
He shook his head and made a face. "Labels are stupid....relationships are weird...how do you eve look at a person and think 'yup, you'll do'? Like....why is this even a thing? I'm glad it worked out for you...i just keep being worried I'll fuck something up...even as I'm actively fucking up."
He buried his head between his arms on the table. "I give up."