That all made good sense to him. He wanted to find out more about... well, everything. About this community. What he would expect. What would be expected of him. He had a lot of images in his mind he wasn't certain if they were true or not - some bothered him, some didn't, some neutral - but letting them crop up without knowing any borders would most likely panic him.

"I can do that," he said quietly, finally dragging his eyes away from himself and instead getting to watch a master sculpt his hair into that perfect masterpiece, something Peter found so odd to watch when he ended to not bother with anything but making sure it dried in a certain direction. "...were... are... you serious about... wanting this... before?" The words came out of him slowly, as if he wasn't sure how to put it as much as he was nervous to ask it. Simon, as far as he could tell, hadn't shown him any sign of wanting him - in any way - before this, so why was this all coming out now?