Seeing Jason so ecstatic in the wake of their kiss sends Peter's stomach into a gymnastic routine, full of flips and possible jazz hands. He's gripping Jason's hand so tightly, feeling his love grip back, and what's more, Jason's thanked him for doing it. That's certainly not what happened at the rave or Ivy's party or, or, or.... the list of aborted stolen kisses was endless. Not anymore. The consistently replenishing supply of love has replaced its preceding bottomless well of doubt and confusion. Not for the first time in that day alone, he feels divinity touch his life as his loved ones touch his heart.
"Thank you for letting me do it," he vollies back, meeting Jason's eyes and then he's laughing. What a polite exchange over something they'd been told would turn them to heathens. Come to think of it, his little same-sex relationship is the least vicious relationship he's ever seen in his life. He rests his head on Jason's shoulder, taking in the scene around him like they're the audience watching a slice-of-life play take place around them. Spencer and Luke playing house. Magnus being utterly fabulous as he gravitates toward Alec. All of the new faces of the people that were friends yet to be made. Thanksgiving with his boyfriend. Maybe prayers really do get answered.
When his drink has been consumed, he comes around from his position as a spectator considering the holiday dream he's been allowed. People seem to be beginning to fill their plates and Peter's stomach reminds him that they came here with a purpose. "Want to get some food?" Peter's pretty sure that if he's hungry, Jason is. That boy's teenage metabolism is a force to be reckoned with.
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"Thank you for letting me do it," he vollies back, meeting Jason's eyes and then he's laughing. What a polite exchange over something they'd been told would turn them to heathens. Come to think of it, his little same-sex relationship is the least vicious relationship he's ever seen in his life. He rests his head on Jason's shoulder, taking in the scene around him like they're the audience watching a slice-of-life play take place around them. Spencer and Luke playing house. Magnus being utterly fabulous as he gravitates toward Alec. All of the new faces of the people that were friends yet to be made. Thanksgiving with his boyfriend. Maybe prayers really do get answered.
When his drink has been consumed, he comes around from his position as a spectator considering the holiday dream he's been allowed. People seem to be beginning to fill their plates and Peter's stomach reminds him that they came here with a purpose. "Want to get some food?" Peter's pretty sure that if he's hungry, Jason is. That boy's teenage metabolism is a force to be reckoned with.