"Sure you are," Jason replies, smiling crookedly and wishing Peter were facing him again, wanting and needing to see more of that face; wanting to memorize the placement of each freckle all across Peter's skin. Though, he doesn't hate this view, either. In profile, Peter is just as handsome to Jason as he is whenever they are both facing each other fully. "You've got the patience of one, at least."
God, he wishes he could just say something to Peter. The way he makes butterflies gather in his chest; the way his laughter shoots through his skin like a drug. He wishes he could just come out (ha) and admit that Peter makes his whole world turn. Jason wishes so much that he could be as brave as Peter makes him feel.
He grins as he watches Peter gather his laptop, sit on the bed. He moves to join him a moment later, sitting closer than is strictly necessary, unable to help himself. At least he might be able to 'accidentally' brush against Peter's shoulder every now and again.
"Hmmm, what to watch?" He tilts his head, considering. "How about The Breakfast Club?"
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God, he wishes he could just say something to Peter. The way he makes butterflies gather in his chest; the way his laughter shoots through his skin like a drug. He wishes he could just come out (ha) and admit that Peter makes his whole world turn. Jason wishes so much that he could be as brave as Peter makes him feel.
He grins as he watches Peter gather his laptop, sit on the bed. He moves to join him a moment later, sitting closer than is strictly necessary, unable to help himself. At least he might be able to 'accidentally' brush against Peter's shoulder every now and again.
"Hmmm, what to watch?" He tilts his head, considering. "How about The Breakfast Club?"