He chides himself in his head for the shiver that travels down his spine. To his credit, it had been a long time. A very, very long time. Eons. Frustratingly long eons. However, that did not make the man in front of him any less irritating and any less of his co-worker. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to feel the warmth of his muscular frame against his silky, soft cur- REALLY NOW THIS IS HORRIBLY INAPPROPRIATE.

He's bright red at this point, his mouth opening and closing as ghosts of insults pass by without ever becoming solid words. He mutters a 'finally' as Peter turns away and he shakes his head, shadowing him as he stalks off.

When the other stops he almost breaks his nose on his back, he opens his mouth to tell him off for stopping so quickly but forgets once he catches sight of the herd over Peter's shoulder.