"We're not going out," Simon scowled. "I don't think I could do that to him. He's such a good guy. I want to make sure he stays that way and being with me the way I want him to is going to ruin that." And Simon settled down just about as much as Judas did. Meaning not at all. "I can't risk hurting him either. Can you imagine what his face might look like all bunched up and in tears? I don't even want to go there."

Some tears might be all right, especially during comfort states of a scene but nothing about this would be good for him. And still Simon couldn't help himself. He wanted to flaunt Peter. He wanted him on his arm. He wanted to show him off to his old friends.

"This is just hanging out. At the club. Nothing more." If Simon said it enough, it might be true. "But anyway, wasn't there a guy that strung up the lighting? Can't he help with stringing up the sound system? Petey said we're completely covered now with costs. Some of the guys already started on their dates too." Like Simon did last night. Two for one. It had been a lot of fun.