another night you wish you could forget
making yourself up as you go along
There was silence after his question and for a moment Adam wondered if Peter was as scared as he was about the word. That would be a relief, he thought - both of them deciding to end it here, let it just be physical and to ignore the creeping feeling crawling up between them that felt suspiciously like something serious.
When the answer actually came, the nervous little affirmation, he couldn't actually bring himself to be all that upset. "Nice." He huffed air from his nose in a partial laugh. "Yeah, I guess it might be. I mean I...I do like you. I just don't normally do this kinda thing, y'know. I'm more of a casual kinda guy - but...I mean, everything's changed, and...it would feel kinda weird, I guess, to do this kinda stuff with anyone else..."
He was rambling, but that was often the only way he could work out his thoughts. "So uh...to you, what does being boyfriends..mean? Like do you want me to bring you flowers and go to dinner and shit?"
When the answer actually came, the nervous little affirmation, he couldn't actually bring himself to be all that upset. "Nice." He huffed air from his nose in a partial laugh. "Yeah, I guess it might be. I mean I...I do like you. I just don't normally do this kinda thing, y'know. I'm more of a casual kinda guy - but...I mean, everything's changed, and...it would feel kinda weird, I guess, to do this kinda stuff with anyone else..."
He was rambling, but that was often the only way he could work out his thoughts. "So uh...to you, what does being boyfriends..mean? Like do you want me to bring you flowers and go to dinner and shit?"
who's gonna take you home tonight?
ADAM
