Which was how Peter ended up curled up in JC's bed for the night, even if he was wide, wide awake and lost in thought through the night. His mind poured through every word Simon had said when they'd gone and gotten coffee, even long before that, trying to piece together if JC's words were true or not. Did Simon just want someone loyal? Like JC's kind of loyal or something more? What did he feel if Simon wanted to go do... stuff like he'd seen on the website? What about to him?

"Fuck, maybe I didn't...?" Judas scrubbed his face, trying to remember. Drinking and then multiple rounds of good sex meant his brain was verging on mush. "Don't worry about it. If you find it, you find it. Not like the first time I went commando." Might chafe a bit tonight, though.

He stretched out, the corset slung over his arm. Not going to bother with it now that he was heading back.