And he believed that. Vegas and him had come a long way together. What had started out as a horrifying experience had turned into something almost magical. Not that Pete really believed in that kind of fairy tale crap anymore. Once upon a time he had but that had been beaten out of him until he realized it wasn't a real.

This though? This was real. What was between them was real and burned bright enough to be blinding. But he'd learned to see past the brightness to look to the shadows where the two of them lived. Where they were the most comfortable.

In truth, they were both really fucked up people.

"Me either. You're stuck with me now."