Peter twitched up hard at the squeal of noise and looked towards Simon, and felt the most utterly confusing series of emotions he had felt in a long time. That hurt threatened to well up again, remembering the sight of Simon nuzzled up to Judas. That always familiar elegant feeling of attraction like he'd never felt until he'd met Simon. That feeling of friendship and warmth that they had built up.

Yet JC's words cropped up over it all and with some effort, he managed to bring up a smile. "Tomato," he said, sitting up straight in his chair. "How are you? Good night?" What would Simon admit to from last night? There was a small but sickly feeling of jealousy welling up. Would it be worse when he saw Judas?