[peter tilts his head, and it's his turn to look a little confused.]
Ends? I'm not...you realize that I'm not angling for a boyfriend-y kind of thing, right? Or even an exclusive thing, unless that matters to you. Romance and labels and weird social obligations...I'm really not boyfriend material. I don't want you to think I'm trying to keep you bottled up here or anything. You'll be spending lots of time with Scott, right? Your real pack and all, and I'd think that would help him understand...whatever. Moons are gonna change...a lot of things are changing, and that's okay. You have people besides me, and that's okay too. Good, even.
[he lets out a little breath, the ones that sound amused but aren't quite comfortable, shakes his head.]
But shit, you think I don't rely on you? Not just because I can't fight for shit. Half the time I go out and after a few hours I'm ready to come home, because...you make my head quiet. Like playing guitar or walking in the woods. I've never known anyone but Lynda who made my head quiet.
[he hesitates for a moment, chews his lip for a moment before letting it slide from between his teeth. the idea that scott can dictate who isaac does or doesn't have sex with leaves him deeply uncomfortable, but he's really not sure he wants to go there, not after the last time.]
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Ends? I'm not...you realize that I'm not angling for a boyfriend-y kind of thing, right? Or even an exclusive thing, unless that matters to you. Romance and labels and weird social obligations...I'm really not boyfriend material. I don't want you to think I'm trying to keep you bottled up here or anything. You'll be spending lots of time with Scott, right? Your real pack and all, and I'd think that would help him understand...whatever. Moons are gonna change...a lot of things are changing, and that's okay. You have people besides me, and that's okay too. Good, even.
[he lets out a little breath, the ones that sound amused but aren't quite comfortable, shakes his head.]
But shit, you think I don't rely on you? Not just because I can't fight for shit. Half the time I go out and after a few hours I'm ready to come home, because...you make my head quiet. Like playing guitar or walking in the woods. I've never known anyone but Lynda who made my head quiet.
[he hesitates for a moment, chews his lip for a moment before letting it slide from between his teeth. the idea that scott can dictate who isaac does or doesn't have sex with leaves him deeply uncomfortable, but he's really not sure he wants to go there, not after the last time.]
...best friend?