Smiling ruefully, Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Sometimes," he agreed. He knew all about final measures - still, that didn't mean he had to like it. Very few people did, probably.

"Then again, sometimes it would be nice to exist in a perfect world where decisions like that wouldn't even have to be made," he continued, the rueful expression turning into something more amused and self-depreciative. Nathan always said he'd been too much of a dreamer for his own good.