[He snorts quietly at that. If Wash wanted this discussion, he should have done it on the roof. This is belated and unnecessary and Pietro's restless energy is building over it, agitated at having to think about any of it. As Wash pulls him aside so someone can pass them on the sidewalk, Pietro glares after them with misplaced anger. He can stand in anyone's path if he wants to, and having Wash take it upon himself to control him in that way has his fingers shaking violently for half a second at Wash's wrist. He's distracted from that soon enough with another small cut across his hip, and he swallows another noise that threatens to leak out of his mouth, because he knows Wash likes it and right now, Pietro doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing it. Not with that voice rumbling those words into his ear. Pietro's response is immediate and acerbic, and he digs his fingers into Wash's wrist while he gestures emphatically with his free hand.]

Oh, now you want me to be chatty?

[Pietro stops then, abruptly, refusing to take one more step. If Wash wants to continue walking he'll have to drag him down the street.]

You need a line? You just crossed it. I contacted you for a reason. If you are not here for that, you can leave. We are not talking, understand?

[There are questions he's not going to answer, subjects he's not going to talk about.]