"I think we're still working that out," Peter says, turning his head toward Jason for confirmation. "We got side-tracked getting caught up." It wasn't a lie, really, and even if it was, the statement wouldn't be accounted for in Peter's next confession. 'I lied to protect my secret relationship' is too incendiary in a small Catholic school and he's not going to jeopardize the only thing he has going for him. If the price is eternal damnation, he will accept it with as much grace and dignity as he can muster.
Through the McConnell siblings' easy banter, Peter can't help but detect a note of darkness; he notices that it's weighing heavier on Jason than usual. This means that when Peter had nearly ripped Jason's clothes off a little over an hour ago, he'd missed the telltale signs of a tense summer break at McConnell Manor. He shifts his body so he is nearly leaned against Jason (he can use the excuse of it being a small bench at a small table) and he gives a gentle, soothing caress to the inside of Jason's knee. His fingertips pad over the denim in soft, loving little waves: a promise to hold him while he kisses the love he deserves into each careless bruise and welt.
When he catches up to the conversation from his compassionate trance, his head snaps to Jason. "You quit?" He's incredulous, since he's pretty sure track was one of Jason's strongest escapes from his feelings. Does this mean something? Or does this mean that he can't run fast enough to get ahead of his baggage and now it's time for another feat of strength?
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Through the McConnell siblings' easy banter, Peter can't help but detect a note of darkness; he notices that it's weighing heavier on Jason than usual. This means that when Peter had nearly ripped Jason's clothes off a little over an hour ago, he'd missed the telltale signs of a tense summer break at McConnell Manor. He shifts his body so he is nearly leaned against Jason (he can use the excuse of it being a small bench at a small table) and he gives a gentle, soothing caress to the inside of Jason's knee. His fingertips pad over the denim in soft, loving little waves: a promise to hold him while he kisses the love he deserves into each careless bruise and welt.
When he catches up to the conversation from his compassionate trance, his head snaps to Jason. "You quit?" He's incredulous, since he's pretty sure track was one of Jason's strongest escapes from his feelings. Does this mean something? Or does this mean that he can't run fast enough to get ahead of his baggage and now it's time for another feat of strength?