"It's gonna be Matt," Peter confides, not bothering to let the disappointment disappear from his face. "He's been talking about playing Romeo since they announced it last year. He's already memorized." His mouth half-frowns, couples with a shrug that says, 'hey, what can you do?' The truth was that Peter didn't look like a leading man, and unless his twenties were kinder to him than his youth had been, he's not sure he'll ever be. Leading men look like Matt, with his clear green eyes and dark hair and naturally-tanned California-boy skin. Matt, who was only an underdog because abuse, shame, and secrecy had molded a being more perfect than natural perfection. It still awes Peter, that the boy whose name rings in the hallways is his. Or that he will be, one day. Hopefully.

He's already been watching Jason for several moments, when their eyes meet. Jason's breathless and it knocks the wind out of Peter, too. "Yes," Peter says softly. His voice is a bit hoarse -- Jason has no idea of how deeply true his statement is. "Yeah, you are." It comes out more audible the second time, and the truth of it stings at the corner of his eyes. He blinks it away, lips twitching down in a flash of embarrassment, once again. He seems to be constantly oscillating between exhilarated and embarrassed tonight.