"That's cold, man. I tell you about everything," Simon all but pouted, swinging his legs over from the arm rest. "I'm hurt. I really am. But hey. You do you. I'm going to worry about getting a good cup so I don't reveal too much about how tonight is gonna go."

Just being in Peter's room was going to do his head in. It wouldn't help that Judas could be right downstairs listening in. Especially because Simon was an exhibitionist. He'd never do anything about his own emotional state without a clear consent agreement in place of course.

"If you don't tell me, I'm just going to make it up in my head anyway. And judge you for my own perverted mind."