Peter finished his slice and started on the next one in the pile on his plate. He listened, trying to imagine a world that had no good in it at all. It sounded a lot like Hell, a personal hell. And Peter knew people were better than that.
"I believe in giving everyone a fair chance. But you only get one. If you are good, then we work together and can be friends. If not, then I guess I just have to kill you with kindness and make sure to prevent anything from happening to the world. People are good. Even the bad ones. There is some good and civility left deep down inside there some where. You just have to know where to look and how to find it. I don't think i know anyone that started out on the wrong side of the fence."
A few bites, and Peter shook his head.
"No. New York is where I'm from. Manhattan specifically. I'm used to the city is all, this is more like home than the place i was before here."
Then something hit him, "Cas...do you need a place to stay for a while?" Castiel was now a friend, which meant Peter was not going to let the man live on the street.