[ jesus, there's something so final about the way quentin says it in his frantic intonation. it guts him, and overwhelms him with a need to reassure. ] I'm not— [ peter shakes his head, and plucks a pair of sweatpants off the floor as he follows quentin to the other side of the bed. ] I won't.
[ peter doesn't mind the company, probably prefers it anyway. ]
I could probably use some coffee, [ he finally adds as he slips into the loose-fit pants, then holds out a hand to lead them both out into the open-concept living space. the bedroom lets out next to the living room and dining space with it's too large windows, and across the room is the kitchen with an island. all in all, it's easy enough for quentin to keep peter in his sights. ]
let's call it a wrap on this thread...........we can talk next steps B)
[ Coffee is a formality as far as Quentin's brain chemistry goes; he's beyond caffeine most days. But the idea of a hot mug and walking rounds around Peter's floor until his nerves cool off already soothes him a little. His hand winds insistently together with Peter's. They don't have to talk. Not yet, but they can't go much longer without it.
[ Nightmare man. EVO meetings. Gwen. Why did you open the door? Quentin skips a step to catch up to Peter from behind, slink an arm around his waist and squeeze. Quentin kisses the back of his head where his hair whorls together.
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[ peter doesn't mind the company, probably prefers it anyway. ]
I could probably use some coffee, [ he finally adds as he slips into the loose-fit pants, then holds out a hand to lead them both out into the open-concept living space. the bedroom lets out next to the living room and dining space with it's too large windows, and across the room is the kitchen with an island. all in all, it's easy enough for quentin to keep peter in his sights. ]
let's call it a wrap on this thread...........we can talk next steps B)
[ Nightmare man. EVO meetings. Gwen. Why did you open the door? Quentin skips a step to catch up to Peter from behind, slink an arm around his waist and squeeze. Quentin kisses the back of his head where his hair whorls together.
[ They don't have to talk. Not yet. ]