Really is a miracle what the City deems to be transferable for features from male to female. The eyes are at least the same. That is still Peter. Somehow from the change from skin to fur and eye color there was familiarity, blue to blue really does help. Real and surreal are taking one long, long walk together.

"It is my thing." Coat adjust and he even dusts off a shoulder to be more of a shit. "My thing is making the lady happy before I make me happy." Bullshit comes so easy right on out of his lips. It's a lie. Roman is, for this moment, very happy.

At least he has Peter. Peter is alive. Peter is within his touch. The sheer pride and comfort akin to ownership makes him feel confident.

"No car so we're going on foot. Drinks first. You can do that in heels right?" Even though he's turning away, Roman puts his hand out to take a hold of Peter's in an ancient, unspoken courtship grade action that happens without a thought. It still feels right.

Don't think, Roman. Go with it.