[the eyerake makes him go still for a moment, and then he grins, rolls onto his side, facing isaac.]

Seems like you've got me figured out. Catches, locks, traps...really not my thing from either side.

[god only knows that their lives are tangled up so thoroughly anyway that naming it something or playing at romance seems extraordinarily pointless and kind of silly, even if peter was any good at that kind of thing.]

I just want what I want.

[he looks down the line of isaac's body, gaze slow]

Pretty. Simple.