[being a fucking mess in no way prevents peter from giving isaac a theatrically saucy wink once he finishes swatting at him for being shoved.]

My balls have always been on your side. And really it's not like I chat with them, god.

[he rolls his eyes, prods isaac with an unusually cold toe where he knows the other boy is ticklish.]

You'd think that would've been a hint, right? Naaaaaah.