God, Jason is just too, irresistibly adorable. Even after jackets have been shed, he's still got a few layers on to combat the cold, but his shape is still clearly discernible underneath the fabric. The lights seem to bend around his hair, sort of curly and sort of perfect. A combination of cold and the extreme opposite from the kiss has his skin a little flushed to begin with, and now he's blushing and--

Peter shakes his head. Goddamnit, he thinks. He never stood a chance in resisting this man. Peter wonders, sometimes, if he wished Jason into being. He hopes that if that had been so, he'd have chosen better parents for his fantasy soulmate.

Illustrating that inability to resist, Peter kisses him once more, only able to contain his smile for the duration of that quick, nearly natural-feeling little kiss. Peter's stomach flips again. "I'm gonna get some wine first, so I'll meet you at the table." He squeezes Jason's hand before letting go and turns back to ask, "you want some too, right?"