"I already got you stabbed, before we'd even been properly introduced," Pyotr points out, trying to evade the question. His gaze skitters away from Erik's, and this time when he tugs on Erik's grip it's a feeble, half-hearted attempt to get away.

"I don't know what might happen," he finally admits. "It's not like I want anything to -- to happen, I have no interest in hurting you in any way that would actually matter. It's just, with my history..."

A history Erik doesn't know about, one Pyotr is loathe to discuss in any detail. It was one thing with Daniil, who he thought knew about it all already, he'd just forgotten...but telling someone the entire story from scratch...It makes him feel a little lightheaded.

No wait, that's because he's starting hyperventilate. "Hey, can you let me go for a minute?" he asks urgently. "Just -- I'm sorry, I just -- I need some space to breathe --"