So Peter's father was finding out about track at the same time Peter did, only he was taking it the same way he takes anything Jason tells him. Too many times to count have passed where a quiet evening is ruined by the long arm of the McConnell law. As usual, he starts with a soft, patient kiss on that spot he loves along Jason's jawline. His heart misses a beat, but he's all focus and attention. His fingers work into Jason's hair, soothing. There isn's a single thing that could convince him to take his eyes off of his boyfriend.

"I figured," Peter says gently. His wide mouth works into a frown, but his hands continue to rake delicate fingers through Jason's soft locks. "What did he say?" He knows this is the part that will make the bitter desire for revenge rise up in his gorge. Still, Peter needs the information as a diagnostic tool, like the old episodes of Star Trek Peter would watch with his own father before the man kicked rocks.