PETER
"I already told you." Peter snapped. "If you were... nice, or even just... nicer, I would... I'd just give you some candy. Even please." He was getting frustrated now, his words snappish. If he wasn't careful, he was going to say something he regretted, something that would come back to bite him in the ass but it was so hard. "You're not tough. Not... not more than me, not at all. You, you're..." Biting his tongue, Peter shook his head.Following her to his bedside tables, Peter reached out and grabbed one of Bea's wrists, stopping her from rifling through his things. "Stop." He was already frustrated, and her getting closer and closer to his hiding spot was't helping at all. "You're jealous of my candy then." Peter pointed out, figuring if he couldn't win with sense, he could be pedantic.
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
