Another few thousand, Peter thought to himself, but that comfortable part hadn't quite come to him yet. Privately, he thought he might have asked a few more, but here? The cat certainly had its claws full.
If none of them guessed Peter was absolutely on the verge of panicking? He felt he was doing well. Honestly, down to his core, he didn't want to somehow insult any of these people OR embarrass Simon, so he was trying with everything in him. It might not be hard to miss that he brought his eyes right up to Cynthia's, looking at nothing else, and he did give her a real smile when he said 'hello', but his eyes went right back to his boots. He wasn't used to people being dressed in so little around him and while she wasn't his type, it didn't mean he wouldn't oogle a little if he gave into that urge.
Still, everyone seemed really friendly, which was helping immensely, so when suddenly he was left alone with a new thought (would he have to call Simon 'Master', then?) and a new person, it took him a moment to catch up mentally. When he started, realizing he was being rude, he gave a sheepish smile and offered out a hand to Caleb. "Nice to meet you. Need a hand?" Always ready to lend one.
He would jump right in to helping to set up chairs, realizing that the questions he even had for Caleb felt rude to ask. Mistress... was it just always like that? To never feel equal to your partner? Did they ever just live normally together? The idea of always being 'on' felt like it would be exhausting when he just wanted to come home and collapse or go have fun with the Twelve or whatever, that any failure might end up ... er, with physical discomfort? How did they handle it? Did it feel weird to have someone see her in that type of gear?
...Did they love one another? How did love fit into any of this? He imagined he'd always find love, and there felt like that spark, the beginning of it, when Simon mentioned the hospital and feeling it since then... but was it that? Or was it just... lust and the desire to have someone in this community with him?
Peter closed his eyes and took a pointed breath. Maybe he should have read up on the internet more.
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If none of them guessed Peter was absolutely on the verge of panicking? He felt he was doing well. Honestly, down to his core, he didn't want to somehow insult any of these people OR embarrass Simon, so he was trying with everything in him. It might not be hard to miss that he brought his eyes right up to Cynthia's, looking at nothing else, and he did give her a real smile when he said 'hello', but his eyes went right back to his boots. He wasn't used to people being dressed in so little around him and while she wasn't his type, it didn't mean he wouldn't oogle a little if he gave into that urge.
Still, everyone seemed really friendly, which was helping immensely, so when suddenly he was left alone with a new thought (would he have to call Simon 'Master', then?) and a new person, it took him a moment to catch up mentally. When he started, realizing he was being rude, he gave a sheepish smile and offered out a hand to Caleb. "Nice to meet you. Need a hand?" Always ready to lend one.
He would jump right in to helping to set up chairs, realizing that the questions he even had for Caleb felt rude to ask. Mistress... was it just always like that? To never feel equal to your partner? Did they ever just live normally together? The idea of always being 'on' felt like it would be exhausting when he just wanted to come home and collapse or go have fun with the Twelve or whatever, that any failure might end up ... er, with physical discomfort? How did they handle it? Did it feel weird to have someone see her in that type of gear?
...Did they love one another? How did love fit into any of this? He imagined he'd always find love, and there felt like that spark, the beginning of it, when Simon mentioned the hospital and feeling it since then... but was it that? Or was it just... lust and the desire to have someone in this community with him?
Peter closed his eyes and took a pointed breath. Maybe he should have read up on the internet more.