Whatever he was thinking? Gone. Out the window. Instead his mind focused entirely on those warm hands at the back of his neck, the low voice right behind him. A shiver went straight down his spine and he realized if he didn't get his mind off that he was going to have to deal with something very awkward with two people in a dressing room. Simon had looked him over in a way he'd never seen the other look at him before and he didn't know fully what to make of it other than approval.

There's only one sort of fly I want to catch tonight, Peter thought, but he knew. He knew Simon had never shown a lick of interest in him and now he was starting to get the feeling of why. Simon was into... this. This world Peter knew absolutely nothing about. Then why did he make out with Judas- Was Judas into this, too? He didn't want to think about that right now, but now the idea was in his head.

"...I- asked you for help, didn't I?" he said slowly, trying to make up for that long pause. "If you think it looks good... I'll go with this."