Victor and Pietro, Backdated to Monday
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om_mainThe day after Dorian, Victor coughs up the goods about Pietro's favorite ship becoming canon--also general post-show catch-up.
Probably something about yesterday's theater triumph that made Pietro want to listen to show tunes today, right? He had on Pippin (Cats fit on the windowsill, children fit in the snow, why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I gooooo... Oh, Pippin, nobody gets you, my friend), weirdly enough, as he was flipping through some light reading and trying to convince himself to go find someone to bother. Instead, he was re-reading The Great Gatsby for movie purposes and sprawling on his bed.
Eh. He'd be social when Vic showed up. They clearly had things to discuss, after all. Oh, so many things.
When Victor came back to the room it was with a large stack of library books in his arms and his headphones in. He was quite happy singing along to 'Echo Beach' as he awkwardly let himself into without losing a single book, though it was a close call.
Beyond dumping the assignment appropriate reading onto his desk he had no plan at all. Maybe he'd see if Vance wanted to do something. Go into town or whatever.
Pietro didn't even look up from his book to say, "'Sup, Casanova?"
He hadn't said a word at the cast party, when Vic and Vance had finally shown up again--Vance with an obvious sucker bite or two. He hadn't said anything about the star on the door the next morning when he came back from his run and workout, either. He'd been patient all through the show, letting Victor run around and be a rockstar in every way imaginable.
But oh, now, it was time to get the story. And try not to dance triumphantly.
"Huh, oh hey." Victor replied, not having quite caught Pietro's comment since he'd still head the headphones half in at the time. "How's things?" He carefully made his way over and dumped the stack of books. A strange mix of acting theory, Nazi Germany propaganda and chemistry with one fiction just to break up the academia.
"Funny, because I was gonna ask you that question." Pietro raised his eyebrows, taking in what he could see of the titles. Innnnnteresting.
"Well, it's a fairly common question." Victor pointed out, more amused than anything. Pietro could be weird but Vic generally liked the weirdness. Most of the time.
"Stop playing coy; I know you know what I'm talking about, thanks to that little journal exchange last night." Pietro clapped his book shut and sat up, swinging his legs up to cross beneath him. "Wanna tell me about those sucker-bites on Vance's neck Friday night? Or the star on the door Saturday morning?"
"Sounds like you've got it all figured for yourself." Victor told him with a smile, not about to deny it. He wasn't ashamed at all and this time there was no reason why he couldn't tell his best friend about his boyfriend.
Pietro crooked his finger at his roommate. "C'mere. You got any on you now? I see a dark spot there by your collar bone..."
"Well, I guess you don't have to worry about your eyesight anytime soon then." Victor smirked though he did as asked and came over as his friend beckoned. "Why so interested, hmm?" He teased happily.
Tugging at Victor's collar to reveal a definite sucker bite, Pietro gave a thoughtful, "Hmm. Ooh and another one over here!
"My interest is not sudden, I was just letting you enjoy your weekend of triumph before I started being nosy. Time's up, sweetheart." He let Vic's collar snap back into place. He wasn't really capable of imagining Vance inflicting the hickeys--and didn't want to be. The fact of them was enough. It had been Pietro's weekend of triumph too, apparently! Best ship!
"Fine, fine," He couldn't be too annoyed really, after all he'd fully expected this. He'd known that putting the star up would trigger Pietro's interrogation mode. "Ask your questions before you burst from excitement. Go on.”
Pietro scooted over and made room for Victor. "Tell me what happened! You guys disappeared forever at the party--where'd you go? No, I do not need intimate details, just broad strokes, please."
Deciding that Vance totally wouldn't mind about Pietro knowing, Victor answered with pure honesty and the usual amount of rambling.
"Well, ok, uh after you left Vance asked how I usually get out of my brain when over-thinking was an issue and I said usually I put you in charge and alcohol happens. That ended up in Vance tracking down Roberto, dunno why him maybe coz the guy's like never sober lately. At least not when I've seen him, anyway Vance talked to him and Roberto thought it was funny and gave us vodka but Vance got all worried that some older kids might get cross and insisted we couldn’t drink it around party people so we grabbed a room. We talked, we drank. Vance started another wrestling match, apparently it's what he does, and history repeated itself. Then stuff happened."
"I am about to go into a diabetic coma, but I like it," Pietro said brightly. "I mean, not exactly what I meant when I said he should make sure you were happy all night--not like I woulda ruled it out, because you know I think making out cures all ills, but hey. Awesome."
"Well some awesome, mostly awkward. Everything got complicated fast. And I did actually say that, that I didn't think that was quite what you'd meant..." Victor trailed off, searching for the right way to explain it. It had been awesome and it still was but he was hesitant as well. He was half expecting some horrible catch like last time.
Pietro had to bite his tongue to keep from saying that it had been what he'd meant, but he hadn't dared to actually think it'd work. He'd been trying variations on that trick since Vance had turned up--he wasn't about to fuck up the one time it actually worked by admitting to it. Vic would probably find a reason to be a total basket case about it, knowing him.
Nnnnnnnnnnope, Pietro, much like a dog, could learn from his mistakes. He was being good. Angelic, even! "What's the complication? Whether or not to be boyfriends or something? And before you ask, you both seem like 'boyfriend' types, that's why I guessed that."
"The fact that I'm a boy is the complication, I think. Vance won't come out and admit it but I can't help feeling…Plus when we were drinking he did basically say it. But, hey, you know I over think so maybe..." Victor shrugged with a sigh before using his tongue to open the fridge, grab a drink and then finally close the fridge. It'd been a while since he'd done the trick but he still pulled it off.
Pietro smiled, silently relieved to see Vic using his powers like that again--especially the tongue thing.
... and once more bit his own to keep from asking if Vance had availed himself of it properly yet. He didn't actually want to know, or he would've--the crack was just so tempting, though. Tongue cracks always were.
"Eh. It's complicated for some people--you know better than most," he said with a little one-shoulder shrug. "Good to be honest about it with each other, if and when he's ready."
Victor nodded as he twisted open the cap "I know, and I think he'd be cool with you knowing but, uh, don't make a big deal out of it. Please?"
Pietro held up his hands, about to claim he wasn't intending to. But then he said, "Wait, don't make a big deal out of what? You and Vance--or Vance and his ohmigod I like boys thing?"
"Uh, both? I dunno, just, don't freak him out or at least try not to? I don't think you deliberately would but yeah." He sighed heavily then sipped his water. "Things'll work out and they'll be good, I'm just trying to figure out how to help him through it."
"What, like I freaked you out?" But Pietro grinned and bumped Vic with his shoulder, then laughed. "No worries, my friend. I will be nice to him. Let me know if I can aid in this adorable venture. Is he your boyfriend or what?"
With a small smile, Victor nodded. It still didn't seem quite real but it was awesome. "Mmmhmmm..." He couldn't hold it back, he was grinning again.
"Diabetic. Coma." Pietro bumped him with a shoulder again. "Good. I'm glad. For both of you. And you have my solemn word I will never, ever do anything to mess with it. Which I would hope you'd already know, but hey."
"Yeah I know. This is just...eep." There was no word to sum up the good/bad, excited/scared mass of feelings so a noise would have to do.
"I'm no expert, but I think it's meant to be." Pietro leaned back against the wall and laughed. "I mean, it's not so eep if it's just making out. But then the feels and... yeah. I guess that's normal."
And hadn't Pietro just been schooled, thanks to Arthur and Eames. He still felt extremely awkward about that discussion with Eames--not so much for Eames' sake, because he could totally handle that Eames knew all those things about him he wasn't even sure how to articulate himself... but instinctively felt were shameful. Eames was like him. It was okay. But if Arthur had any idea, he might take it the wrong way and...
But he couldn't deny his own feelings towards Laura were occasionally eep, even now that he'd pretty much given over to them. Not as if he had a choice, right? In direct contrast to, for example, hitting the boathouse with Remy last night, getting high, knowing there was a probability of getting some and just not minding either way. Or Tessa and her indulging of his occasional stern-director-with-clipboard fantasies. No eep. Was what it was.
The more you know, right?
Victor nodded just a little, half smiling down at his bottle with a small sigh he admitted. "It feels different to last time."
It was only superspeed brain that kept Pietro from saying something horrible to that. Instead, he managed to get away with just biting his lip for a split second before asking, "How?"
"Last time the start was easy and hard stuff came later, so far this has been an uphill battle for everything, you know?" The younger boy tried to explain carefully.
"You mean, just, with Vance being totally clueless about the liking boys thing?"
"Just everything. First it was 'we can't cause we're friends' then it was 'we can't coz I'll ruin it' and then the whole ‘it’s weird cause you're a guy thing. He just came out with some many reasons, I was this close to walking away completely when he kissed me. Or rather asked to kiss me. I just, it shouldn't be that hard should it? Really?" He sighed heavily, again wondering if maybe he'd pushed Vance into something the other boy wasn't necessarily wanting or ready for? He wasn't sure and he was honestly too afraid to ask, he wanted to just enjoy the good stuff before it went bad.
"I don't know," Pietro said, though he knew damn well the question was rhetorical; Victor knew he of all people didn't have the answers. "But I'm guessing yes. I only just stopped second-guessing every little thing I did with Laura, like, a few weeks ago. And for all I know, I'll start again soon.
"The making out is easy. The other stuff--I don't think it can be."
The green boy nodded slowly, of course he wasn't expecting solutions from Pietro just maybe an ear or some understanding. "Yeah, I just. I'm going into this not expecting anything but hoping it'll be good but it feels like he's still half expecting it to fail. I dunno, maybe I'm reading too much into stuff."
"Who, you?" Pietro raised his eyebrows in mock disbelief, a smile tugging at his lips. When did Victor not read too much into everything? Ever?
Victor responded with a pillow aimed at Pietro's face, or attempted to anyway, he knew it could only ever work if Pietro humoured the action after all.
Pietro did, and then threw himself dramatically down on the bed as if he'd been flung there violently. "I'm just saying!"
Vic's tongue poked out but he was more playful really. "Vance is totally worse though. I mean, planning the break up before you're actually dating? That's gotta be a world record!"
Pietro tucked his hands behind his head and got comfy in his sprawl. "Probably, but somehow I'm not surprised. I feel like all your dates will involve you two constantly apologizing to each other for being alive and then asking for permission to kiss until you're both, like, twenty-five."
Unable to deny there was some truth in that exaggeration, Victor just covered his face with his hands and laughed. What else could he do? They were pretty ridiculous.
"Enjoy the cute guy," Pietro advised, poking Vic with his knee.
The hands dropped after a moment and Victor nodded "Til he comes to his senses."
"Um, weren't you just complaining about Vance planning the demise of this relationship before it even gets off the ground?" Pietro cocked an eyebrow. "En.joy," he repeated, pointedly.
"I was joking!" Victor replied, mimicking the pointed tone before grinning. "Geez."
Pietro raised an eyebrow and quirked a grin. He so didn't trust any joke Victor would make on the subject--that'd take like three years of them being together to convince him, seriously.
And of course Vance and Vic would last for three years because apparently when things got weird, they just wrestled, and their man-parts (which Pietro was not totally convinced existed, except for the continued curiosity about Vic and the scales, possibly) would take it from there. Good, good.
"What you guys gonna do this weekend, then?"
"No plans. I was threatening to sleep for a week after Dorian but I feel weirdly, uh, energized I guess the word is when I thought I'd be exhausted." Victor admitted as he made himself more comfortable on the bed. "You?"
"Told you making out cures all ills," Pietro quipped. "Nothing planned. I'm still kinda surprised that it's over." All the costumes and art and rehearsals and clipboard sex--he hadn't realized how much a part of his life it had all become until just today. Like he'd had all this momentum and now everything else had come to a stop, but he still hadn't, yet.
"Was thinking about taking Laura out to a club, but I haven't really talked to Bets about it, and I know she wants in on that. Plus, who knows where Laura is half the time." He smiled, obviously more impressed with that than anything else. It was weird, because with any of his other friends, Laura's tendency to just disappear (or close the door in his face) would make him into a nervous self-loathing wreck. But insecurity was impossible with Laura--yes, even for him. There was absolutely no denying the fact that if Laura didn't like him, didn't want him, she would simply not be with him.
And it was... nice.
"If you want I could go put myself in a life threatening situation, she'll be sure to swoop in and save the day." Victor joked with a grin though honestly sometimes when he was out and about he did get the feeling he was being watched. He was kind of used to the feeling now and usually wrote it off as Laura doing her lurking thing. Sort of made him feel safer.
"See, now that is true friendship." Pietro chuckled. "Nah. She lets me find her when she wants me. Which doesn't sound like a thing I'd normally like, but the key words there are: she wants me." Another bump with his knee there, since this was now a thing he and Vic could commiserate over, at long last.
Vic smiled his understanding “Hey, if you ever need it I'll be your wingman."
"I will keep it in mind."
Probably something about yesterday's theater triumph that made Pietro want to listen to show tunes today, right? He had on Pippin (Cats fit on the windowsill, children fit in the snow, why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I gooooo... Oh, Pippin, nobody gets you, my friend), weirdly enough, as he was flipping through some light reading and trying to convince himself to go find someone to bother. Instead, he was re-reading The Great Gatsby for movie purposes and sprawling on his bed.
Eh. He'd be social when Vic showed up. They clearly had things to discuss, after all. Oh, so many things.
When Victor came back to the room it was with a large stack of library books in his arms and his headphones in. He was quite happy singing along to 'Echo Beach' as he awkwardly let himself into without losing a single book, though it was a close call.
Beyond dumping the assignment appropriate reading onto his desk he had no plan at all. Maybe he'd see if Vance wanted to do something. Go into town or whatever.
Pietro didn't even look up from his book to say, "'Sup, Casanova?"
He hadn't said a word at the cast party, when Vic and Vance had finally shown up again--Vance with an obvious sucker bite or two. He hadn't said anything about the star on the door the next morning when he came back from his run and workout, either. He'd been patient all through the show, letting Victor run around and be a rockstar in every way imaginable.
But oh, now, it was time to get the story. And try not to dance triumphantly.
"Huh, oh hey." Victor replied, not having quite caught Pietro's comment since he'd still head the headphones half in at the time. "How's things?" He carefully made his way over and dumped the stack of books. A strange mix of acting theory, Nazi Germany propaganda and chemistry with one fiction just to break up the academia.
"Funny, because I was gonna ask you that question." Pietro raised his eyebrows, taking in what he could see of the titles. Innnnnteresting.
"Well, it's a fairly common question." Victor pointed out, more amused than anything. Pietro could be weird but Vic generally liked the weirdness. Most of the time.
"Stop playing coy; I know you know what I'm talking about, thanks to that little journal exchange last night." Pietro clapped his book shut and sat up, swinging his legs up to cross beneath him. "Wanna tell me about those sucker-bites on Vance's neck Friday night? Or the star on the door Saturday morning?"
"Sounds like you've got it all figured for yourself." Victor told him with a smile, not about to deny it. He wasn't ashamed at all and this time there was no reason why he couldn't tell his best friend about his boyfriend.
Pietro crooked his finger at his roommate. "C'mere. You got any on you now? I see a dark spot there by your collar bone..."
"Well, I guess you don't have to worry about your eyesight anytime soon then." Victor smirked though he did as asked and came over as his friend beckoned. "Why so interested, hmm?" He teased happily.
Tugging at Victor's collar to reveal a definite sucker bite, Pietro gave a thoughtful, "Hmm. Ooh and another one over here!
"My interest is not sudden, I was just letting you enjoy your weekend of triumph before I started being nosy. Time's up, sweetheart." He let Vic's collar snap back into place. He wasn't really capable of imagining Vance inflicting the hickeys--and didn't want to be. The fact of them was enough. It had been Pietro's weekend of triumph too, apparently! Best ship!
"Fine, fine," He couldn't be too annoyed really, after all he'd fully expected this. He'd known that putting the star up would trigger Pietro's interrogation mode. "Ask your questions before you burst from excitement. Go on.”
Pietro scooted over and made room for Victor. "Tell me what happened! You guys disappeared forever at the party--where'd you go? No, I do not need intimate details, just broad strokes, please."
Deciding that Vance totally wouldn't mind about Pietro knowing, Victor answered with pure honesty and the usual amount of rambling.
"Well, ok, uh after you left Vance asked how I usually get out of my brain when over-thinking was an issue and I said usually I put you in charge and alcohol happens. That ended up in Vance tracking down Roberto, dunno why him maybe coz the guy's like never sober lately. At least not when I've seen him, anyway Vance talked to him and Roberto thought it was funny and gave us vodka but Vance got all worried that some older kids might get cross and insisted we couldn’t drink it around party people so we grabbed a room. We talked, we drank. Vance started another wrestling match, apparently it's what he does, and history repeated itself. Then stuff happened."
"I am about to go into a diabetic coma, but I like it," Pietro said brightly. "I mean, not exactly what I meant when I said he should make sure you were happy all night--not like I woulda ruled it out, because you know I think making out cures all ills, but hey. Awesome."
"Well some awesome, mostly awkward. Everything got complicated fast. And I did actually say that, that I didn't think that was quite what you'd meant..." Victor trailed off, searching for the right way to explain it. It had been awesome and it still was but he was hesitant as well. He was half expecting some horrible catch like last time.
Pietro had to bite his tongue to keep from saying that it had been what he'd meant, but he hadn't dared to actually think it'd work. He'd been trying variations on that trick since Vance had turned up--he wasn't about to fuck up the one time it actually worked by admitting to it. Vic would probably find a reason to be a total basket case about it, knowing him.
Nnnnnnnnnnope, Pietro, much like a dog, could learn from his mistakes. He was being good. Angelic, even! "What's the complication? Whether or not to be boyfriends or something? And before you ask, you both seem like 'boyfriend' types, that's why I guessed that."
"The fact that I'm a boy is the complication, I think. Vance won't come out and admit it but I can't help feeling…Plus when we were drinking he did basically say it. But, hey, you know I over think so maybe..." Victor shrugged with a sigh before using his tongue to open the fridge, grab a drink and then finally close the fridge. It'd been a while since he'd done the trick but he still pulled it off.
Pietro smiled, silently relieved to see Vic using his powers like that again--especially the tongue thing.
... and once more bit his own to keep from asking if Vance had availed himself of it properly yet. He didn't actually want to know, or he would've--the crack was just so tempting, though. Tongue cracks always were.
"Eh. It's complicated for some people--you know better than most," he said with a little one-shoulder shrug. "Good to be honest about it with each other, if and when he's ready."
Victor nodded as he twisted open the cap "I know, and I think he'd be cool with you knowing but, uh, don't make a big deal out of it. Please?"
Pietro held up his hands, about to claim he wasn't intending to. But then he said, "Wait, don't make a big deal out of what? You and Vance--or Vance and his ohmigod I like boys thing?"
"Uh, both? I dunno, just, don't freak him out or at least try not to? I don't think you deliberately would but yeah." He sighed heavily then sipped his water. "Things'll work out and they'll be good, I'm just trying to figure out how to help him through it."
"What, like I freaked you out?" But Pietro grinned and bumped Vic with his shoulder, then laughed. "No worries, my friend. I will be nice to him. Let me know if I can aid in this adorable venture. Is he your boyfriend or what?"
With a small smile, Victor nodded. It still didn't seem quite real but it was awesome. "Mmmhmmm..." He couldn't hold it back, he was grinning again.
"Diabetic. Coma." Pietro bumped him with a shoulder again. "Good. I'm glad. For both of you. And you have my solemn word I will never, ever do anything to mess with it. Which I would hope you'd already know, but hey."
"Yeah I know. This is just...eep." There was no word to sum up the good/bad, excited/scared mass of feelings so a noise would have to do.
"I'm no expert, but I think it's meant to be." Pietro leaned back against the wall and laughed. "I mean, it's not so eep if it's just making out. But then the feels and... yeah. I guess that's normal."
And hadn't Pietro just been schooled, thanks to Arthur and Eames. He still felt extremely awkward about that discussion with Eames--not so much for Eames' sake, because he could totally handle that Eames knew all those things about him he wasn't even sure how to articulate himself... but instinctively felt were shameful. Eames was like him. It was okay. But if Arthur had any idea, he might take it the wrong way and...
But he couldn't deny his own feelings towards Laura were occasionally eep, even now that he'd pretty much given over to them. Not as if he had a choice, right? In direct contrast to, for example, hitting the boathouse with Remy last night, getting high, knowing there was a probability of getting some and just not minding either way. Or Tessa and her indulging of his occasional stern-director-with-clipboard fantasies. No eep. Was what it was.
The more you know, right?
Victor nodded just a little, half smiling down at his bottle with a small sigh he admitted. "It feels different to last time."
It was only superspeed brain that kept Pietro from saying something horrible to that. Instead, he managed to get away with just biting his lip for a split second before asking, "How?"
"Last time the start was easy and hard stuff came later, so far this has been an uphill battle for everything, you know?" The younger boy tried to explain carefully.
"You mean, just, with Vance being totally clueless about the liking boys thing?"
"Just everything. First it was 'we can't cause we're friends' then it was 'we can't coz I'll ruin it' and then the whole ‘it’s weird cause you're a guy thing. He just came out with some many reasons, I was this close to walking away completely when he kissed me. Or rather asked to kiss me. I just, it shouldn't be that hard should it? Really?" He sighed heavily, again wondering if maybe he'd pushed Vance into something the other boy wasn't necessarily wanting or ready for? He wasn't sure and he was honestly too afraid to ask, he wanted to just enjoy the good stuff before it went bad.
"I don't know," Pietro said, though he knew damn well the question was rhetorical; Victor knew he of all people didn't have the answers. "But I'm guessing yes. I only just stopped second-guessing every little thing I did with Laura, like, a few weeks ago. And for all I know, I'll start again soon.
"The making out is easy. The other stuff--I don't think it can be."
The green boy nodded slowly, of course he wasn't expecting solutions from Pietro just maybe an ear or some understanding. "Yeah, I just. I'm going into this not expecting anything but hoping it'll be good but it feels like he's still half expecting it to fail. I dunno, maybe I'm reading too much into stuff."
"Who, you?" Pietro raised his eyebrows in mock disbelief, a smile tugging at his lips. When did Victor not read too much into everything? Ever?
Victor responded with a pillow aimed at Pietro's face, or attempted to anyway, he knew it could only ever work if Pietro humoured the action after all.
Pietro did, and then threw himself dramatically down on the bed as if he'd been flung there violently. "I'm just saying!"
Vic's tongue poked out but he was more playful really. "Vance is totally worse though. I mean, planning the break up before you're actually dating? That's gotta be a world record!"
Pietro tucked his hands behind his head and got comfy in his sprawl. "Probably, but somehow I'm not surprised. I feel like all your dates will involve you two constantly apologizing to each other for being alive and then asking for permission to kiss until you're both, like, twenty-five."
Unable to deny there was some truth in that exaggeration, Victor just covered his face with his hands and laughed. What else could he do? They were pretty ridiculous.
"Enjoy the cute guy," Pietro advised, poking Vic with his knee.
The hands dropped after a moment and Victor nodded "Til he comes to his senses."
"Um, weren't you just complaining about Vance planning the demise of this relationship before it even gets off the ground?" Pietro cocked an eyebrow. "En.joy," he repeated, pointedly.
"I was joking!" Victor replied, mimicking the pointed tone before grinning. "Geez."
Pietro raised an eyebrow and quirked a grin. He so didn't trust any joke Victor would make on the subject--that'd take like three years of them being together to convince him, seriously.
And of course Vance and Vic would last for three years because apparently when things got weird, they just wrestled, and their man-parts (which Pietro was not totally convinced existed, except for the continued curiosity about Vic and the scales, possibly) would take it from there. Good, good.
"What you guys gonna do this weekend, then?"
"No plans. I was threatening to sleep for a week after Dorian but I feel weirdly, uh, energized I guess the word is when I thought I'd be exhausted." Victor admitted as he made himself more comfortable on the bed. "You?"
"Told you making out cures all ills," Pietro quipped. "Nothing planned. I'm still kinda surprised that it's over." All the costumes and art and rehearsals and clipboard sex--he hadn't realized how much a part of his life it had all become until just today. Like he'd had all this momentum and now everything else had come to a stop, but he still hadn't, yet.
"Was thinking about taking Laura out to a club, but I haven't really talked to Bets about it, and I know she wants in on that. Plus, who knows where Laura is half the time." He smiled, obviously more impressed with that than anything else. It was weird, because with any of his other friends, Laura's tendency to just disappear (or close the door in his face) would make him into a nervous self-loathing wreck. But insecurity was impossible with Laura--yes, even for him. There was absolutely no denying the fact that if Laura didn't like him, didn't want him, she would simply not be with him.
And it was... nice.
"If you want I could go put myself in a life threatening situation, she'll be sure to swoop in and save the day." Victor joked with a grin though honestly sometimes when he was out and about he did get the feeling he was being watched. He was kind of used to the feeling now and usually wrote it off as Laura doing her lurking thing. Sort of made him feel safer.
"See, now that is true friendship." Pietro chuckled. "Nah. She lets me find her when she wants me. Which doesn't sound like a thing I'd normally like, but the key words there are: she wants me." Another bump with his knee there, since this was now a thing he and Vic could commiserate over, at long last.
Vic smiled his understanding “Hey, if you ever need it I'll be your wingman."
"I will keep it in mind."
