It flies in the face of canon considering how Egon does feel for Janine, and the times we see this in evidence. Any E/J fans will have to forgive me.

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"Oh, Egon, isn’t this… romantic?"

The comment was very unexpected, to say the least. Peter, Janine and I were taking a cab so that we could attempt to reach Mr. Venkman and Dr. Bassingame before they did anything foolish, like release Hob Anagarak from the black ice that entombed him. Of course, when dealing with opportunistic con men such as the two I have just mentioned, it would require a miracle to do so. Hopefully, there is a way to neutralize the demon before he can decimate New York.

However, this comment brought to another matter to my attention. When Peter, Raymond, and I were attending Columbia University, I must admit to feeling some… attraction to my dark-haired roommate. To be quite honest, it was much more than that. However, upon meeting Janine, there seemed to be something that changed the dynamic between Peter and I. I could not exactly pinpoint how at first, but now I believe I understand the nature of his steady removal of himself whenever Janine is present. I care for her much as I would a younger sister…

I looked up from Janine’s come-hither stare to look at Peter. Even with the low lighting in the back of the taxi, I could see the sad, wistful look in his dark green eyes. He looked much like something was denied to him, and there was no conceivable way of successfully gaining it.

Peter, tell me what’s wrong. Can’t I request that after years of friendship? Why must you be so stubborn and reticent with me? I had thought we were past that stage a long time ago. It appears I will have to make sure you understand that—

With the most sorrowful look in his eyes, Peter nodded. Only once.

He was telling me… no, urging me. To do what? What could he possibly… Peter?

He glanced at Janine with a mixture of sorrow and envy.

Peter… I stole a glance at him, but he did not seem to notice.

"Uhhh, yes." I answered. Even to me, my voice sounded unsure. I glanced at him again and saw his sorrowful look increase intensity tenfold.

"I would say so." I continued, turning my attention back to Janine, who was now snuggling further against me. Over her head, I could see Peter’s jaw tighten as he turned to look out of the windshield.

Peter, tell me what is hurting you. How can I help you if you will not tell me what is causing you this pain?

He looked back at me for a moment, most probably from the fact that I was looking at him. For a moment, the dark green irises brightened. But as quickly as the brightness came, darkness soon returned, and with a sigh, he turned back to watching the road ahead of us, a sardonic smile tugging at his lips.

We will have words, Peter Venkman. You cannot avoid me forever.

THE END