Peter's skin tingled. He loved that Jason thought that he was a saint, loved how often he said it and how clear it was that he meant it. Peter's parents didn't give a rat's ass what he did, how well he succeeded, what he cared about. This was a weight Peter carried with him. Did Jason know that his faith in Peter was what kept Peter alive? Some days, it was the only thing doing so.
What he wouldn't give to tell Jason that, to tell him how he felt: that Jason was a burning constant in his chest. That he was the most welcome pain Peter had ever felt.
"Excellent choice," Peter said, a smile attacking his face. It was one of his favorites; it was one of their favorites to watch together. Two St. Cecilia's misfits, one hiding away under academia and the other hiding in plain sight. If they got Lucas, Tanya, and Ivy in on it, they could do a full reenactment with total emotional honesty.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing at St. Cecilia's as any kind of honesty. Peter had learned that real quick.
Quickly, Peter pulled up the file. The movie started and they were close and Peter wanted so, so much to lay his head on Jason's shoulder. When was the last time anyone had touched him? Furthermore, when was the last time any touch had mattered, had made him feel anything?
"Relax," Peter said gently, watching the line of Jason's shoulders and how it didn't slacken. "You're off duty for now, overachiever." He smiled. It always surprised him how easy it was to smile at him.
no subject
What he wouldn't give to tell Jason that, to tell him how he felt: that Jason was a burning constant in his chest. That he was the most welcome pain Peter had ever felt.
"Excellent choice," Peter said, a smile attacking his face. It was one of his favorites; it was one of their favorites to watch together. Two St. Cecilia's misfits, one hiding away under academia and the other hiding in plain sight. If they got Lucas, Tanya, and Ivy in on it, they could do a full reenactment with total emotional honesty.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing at St. Cecilia's as any kind of honesty. Peter had learned that real quick.
Quickly, Peter pulled up the file. The movie started and they were close and Peter wanted so, so much to lay his head on Jason's shoulder. When was the last time anyone had touched him? Furthermore, when was the last time any touch had mattered, had made him feel anything?
"Relax," Peter said gently, watching the line of Jason's shoulders and how it didn't slacken. "You're off duty for now, overachiever." He smiled. It always surprised him how easy it was to smile at him.