around to see two years time and make sure it's a better time to be alive in." he holds out the dice, arms wrapping back around himself once it's handed over. "roll. youngest first."
this had been something peter'd needed to say for quite some time. so when his brother responds, his eyes shift up and he takes the words said extremely seriously. to the point where it almost looks as if they're watering up. he blinks a few times, then reaches forward to take the dice, fingers touching his brother's hand a little longer than necessary to pass them from one person to another. "you're here too," is his response. 