( Matt grins when Peter grabs him. He knows Peter's looking into his eyes. Those pale brown eyes stare just below Peter's nose, maybe at a nostril. While he does that, Matt sneaks into Peter's body, listening for his heart, trying to see if any of the smells make any sense. (Peter actually smells nice, Matt's just sniffing out the ones the body makes during certain emotions).

Yeah, so he did just say that about loving Peter. And calling him an angel. He thinks maybe he can avoid it and go back-- no, Peter, you do look like one of those angels with wheels of eyes.

No. Fuck it. They both could die tomorrow. )

I do love you. Is that less weird and Catholic? What are you, an atheist? ( He says it with a squint. ) Seem like you're too smart to believe in something like I do.