RP for opiate-dreams

[herosponge]

Peter had spent the whole flight back thinking about this talk. How to approach it, what to say, everything he could do and shouldn't say. Now that he was home, waiting for Isaac to come out and face the truth, he was panicked. He had no idea what to say, how to approach it and the idea of saying nevermind was on the tip of his tongue

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[opiate_visions]

Isaac didn't come out at first.

He sat in his room, looking at that comment and wondering what had happened and if this was his marching orders. And why that idea upset him so much. He pushed back the upset until he just felt angry and then slunk from his room to the living room, pausing in the doorway and folding his arms over his chest, watching Peter with hooded eyes. "Yeah?"

[herosponge]

Peter looked up and at the sight of Isaac's face, that look on his face, he nearly bolted.

"I... that is... you need to know..." He winced, looking away yet he knew he couldn't do that. He made himself look back. "She was there. Simone."

[opiate_visions]

There was more silence.

He wasn't sure why Peter was telling him this. Or what it meant. He knew Charles and the Petrellis were friends of a kind, Peter had said that. So it sort of made sense, with her father's death, to play nice with the new heir of the Deveaux legacy.

He knew that wasn't it. They were trying to set them up. "She's a stunning woman, huh?"

[herosponge]

Peter snorted before he could think. "Sure, if you're into having your head bit off after sex,' he said, blinking and jerking when he realized what he'd said. "Oh fuck. Sorry."

[opiate_visions]

Isaac cocked an eyebrow at Peter, surprised by the summary. "Hey, it's a fair summary of what happened last time I was with her." He wasn't sure what he had expected of them meeting. This wasn't it.

He scratched his elbow slowly. "So, not love at first sight, then."

[herosponge]

Peter paced, nervous to look at Isaac. At that question he paused, looking as if he'd been stricken. "NO! And... and..."

He turned, staring at Isaac. "Even if I hadn't gotten the creeps from the way she was looking at me - and let me tell you I'm used to being stared at like I'm a walking wallet, even like I'm chocolate to a starving woman but she looks at you like she is picking you apart bone by bone to see what you have to offer. Even if not for that? She's your ex and you damn well mean more to me than some chick my parents tried to hook me up with."

[opiate_visions]

While Peter talked, Isaac chewed on the pad of his thumb, all dark eyes and uncertainty, trying to make sense of what was being said.

"She's not-" Wasn't she? Only, there was nothing to get from him. He didn't have anything. "Why'd she keep trying to get back with me if she only wanted something? She's not that bad."

He winced as he bit too deep and drew blood. "But... thanks. The thing, about being an ex and all. Thanks."

[herosponge]

"Because maybe she cares about you in some way,' Peter said softly, suddenly feeling he'd said too much, or the wrong thing and he was regretting bringing this up at all.

"I just wanted you to know, okay? She was there. My parents made it obvious they thought we were a darling pair, and because of it I didn't stay the night in New York like I'd planned."

He was pacing again, feeling stupid and rude and completely messed up and he didn't know why.

[opiate_visions]

He wanted to believe that, but really... he didn't. It just made him wonder what was different about him.

"I- thanks." He meant it, even if it sounded a bit flat. "You would be. Except for her mantis like tendencies. She'd probably eat you alive. That aside, you'd make a gorgeous pair."

[herosponge]

Peter frowned at that, his brow furrowing. "EW. I mean, she's beautiful, don't get me wrong but no. I look, I know this sounds stupid so don't laugh too hard. I look beyond physical beauty. I'm not finding beyond in her."

[opiate_visions]

He thought he should be offended by that. But he couldn't find it in himself to be. She had changed. They both had from when they were young.

He rubbed his elbow again, fingers pushing under his sleeve to push over track marks. "So... you're not about to give me marching orders?"

[herosponge]

Already Peter was moving closer, intent on taking Isaac's hand and stopping that rubbing. Yet the question brought him to a dead stop. His eyes went wide, stunned.

"Isaac... why the hell would you think that?"

[opiate_visions]

"You vanish off, come back all withdrawn and avoidance and then tell me, over the computer, that we need to talk, meet you in the living room. I wasn't sure what to think."

[herosponge]

He opened his mouth, closed it, winced and looked away. "Fuck, Isaac... Man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you,' he whispered, moving closer as he folded his arms over his chest. "No, in fact I'm asking you again to stay. You've never actually told me yes."

[opiate_visions]

"Didn't I?" He rubbed his head instead, hand moving away from his arm. "Huh. Well, yeah, I guess I'm staying. Dog'd pine if I moved out."

[herosponge]

Peter smiled at that. "She'd be really heartbroken. Can't have that." He ducked his head, bangs falling in his eyes. "Thank you."