Jason loves Peter, but he especially loves Peter when he's giddy to the point of verging on the ridiculous; it's a contagious feeling, and Jason finds himself infected as soon as Peter puts on that first Lady Gaga CD and begins to cook for the Thanksgiving dinner. Jason spent the entire afternoon grinning, even listening to music that normally could easily give him a headache.

He'd felt so inspired by Peter's giddiness, he helped him cook. Even with his lackluster skills, Jason likes to think he contributed plenty to the casserole dish. Even if most of his 'help' consisted of distracting kisses to Peter's lips every time he found an opportunity.

So now they're at the apartment above the bookstore, Peter carrying the dish, and Jason clinging to his arm. He pauses to nuzzle him once they make it through the door.

"If my father could see us now, he would probably have a heart attack," Jason informs Peter with a smile that suggests he isn't entirely sorry by such an idea, awful as it probably is for a son to feel that way about a parent. He leans in and presses a warm kiss to Peter's cheek still a bit chilled from the frosty air.