Jason's leg is looking for Peter's the moment Peter's knees break the threshold of the table and that thrills him -- it makes him feel needed. He needs to be needed after that lonely, downward-spiraling shower he's just managed to run away from.
Peter continues to hug Nadia for a few moments, happy to see the only other person Peter feels he shares his St. Cecilia's experience with, since he can do so out in the open. When he pulls away, he lets his eyes dart to Jason's for a second before he answers.
"Actually, no, he was very accommodating," Peter says pleasantly, resting his leg against Jason's. His eyes tell the perfect lie of innocence, and since Jason is touching him, he can even trick himself into believe that he doesn't ache to talk to Nadia about it. To an extent. There are certain things he does not wish to share with his boyfriend's twin sister. Anyway, this is the part of the game that thrills him a bit, sort of like flirting with damnation.
Despite being in a relatively unpopulated cafeteria, sitting with what feels like his real family, Peter is feeling exposed. Lucas and Tanya are sucking face in the corner, he can see Matt hovering by the door, hoping Ivy will come a day early like she never, ever does. There are many times that Peter catches Nadia stealing glances at Matt; he wishes he could tell her that he knows exactly how she feels.
"Hey, come on," Peter says, bumping her to get her attention back. "Tell me all about your summer. Jason started filling me in." But he likes to hear them tell stories together. The way they weave in and about of each other's narratives seamlessly. Sometimes, they even pause a story completely to go off in their little McConnell world on a tangent that Peter can't usually follow but still gets lost in. The rhythm of having a sibling, something Peter doesn't know. It also doesn't hurt to be around another person that loves Jason as completely as he does, however different that love may be. And he loves Nadia like his own sister. He wishes one day she could be.
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Peter continues to hug Nadia for a few moments, happy to see the only other person Peter feels he shares his St. Cecilia's experience with, since he can do so out in the open. When he pulls away, he lets his eyes dart to Jason's for a second before he answers.
"Actually, no, he was very accommodating," Peter says pleasantly, resting his leg against Jason's. His eyes tell the perfect lie of innocence, and since Jason is touching him, he can even trick himself into believe that he doesn't ache to talk to Nadia about it. To an extent. There are certain things he does not wish to share with his boyfriend's twin sister. Anyway, this is the part of the game that thrills him a bit, sort of like flirting with damnation.
Despite being in a relatively unpopulated cafeteria, sitting with what feels like his real family, Peter is feeling exposed. Lucas and Tanya are sucking face in the corner, he can see Matt hovering by the door, hoping Ivy will come a day early like she never, ever does. There are many times that Peter catches Nadia stealing glances at Matt; he wishes he could tell her that he knows exactly how she feels.
"Hey, come on," Peter says, bumping her to get her attention back. "Tell me all about your summer. Jason started filling me in." But he likes to hear them tell stories together. The way they weave in and about of each other's narratives seamlessly. Sometimes, they even pause a story completely to go off in their little McConnell world on a tangent that Peter can't usually follow but still gets lost in. The rhythm of having a sibling, something Peter doesn't know. It also doesn't hurt to be around another person that loves Jason as completely as he does, however different that love may be. And he loves Nadia like his own sister. He wishes one day she could be.