'Cause I still believe in miracles/I swear I've seen a few/And the time will surely come /When you can see my point of view/I believe in second chances/And that's why I believe in you (r u dead yet)
*nods and takes Peter’s hand* We’ll sleep together on my bed, okay?
[Peter bobs his head up and down, absently following the small Italian] Okay.
*Walks into his room and climbs onto the bed* Here. You’ll get half, and I’ll get the other half of the bed.
[Peter climbs up as well, rubbing at his eyes before flopping onto the pillow] M’kay. Roma…mmm.
The worst thing is that she’s constantly worrying about me, so I feel really guilty
But I don’t know these people. I’m afraid. I don’t—nngh