Why did JC have to make so much sense? His heart, angry and hurt, didn't want to listen where as his brain was nodding in agreement. He had told Simon why he wanted to be with JC and right now, he was willing to throw that away because he was hurt. His heart didn't want to hurt over and over if Simon didn't feel like that about him. Or would it get over Simon if he asked the other and just got a flat out rejection? What if Simon didn't want talk to him anymore, or didn't come sit beside him and call him Petey and any of the little things he loved? Peter groaned quietly, hating the back and forth pull in his head.

JC's secret about Simon though... it did exactly what JC was hoping it would and started making Peter think about things on a new level. Was that really what Simon needed? He thought about what Simon had said, about wanting to prove he was something more... But Simon chose things to be like this, didn't he? Picked up people and did things with them... but what if Simon had chosen Judas to fill that spot?

He rubbed his face, sighing quietly. "Do you really think so?" he pulled back enough to meet JC's eyes, his own still so red-rimmed from crying.